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Her Homework

Indeed, it was the perfect name.

Butterflies are what I feel in my stomach right now. How can he behave like that? One second he refuses to even acknowledge me, the other he acts like that. Staring at the sketchbook in my bag, I contemplated. By homework, of course, he meant my latest sketch of his. Right? But can I really show it to him?

***

The lunchtime was already over, as I made my way through the back door to the swimming area. This area is normally restricted unless one has special permission, but seeing the door unguarded. I sneaked in.

My heart thumps as I look around at the vast pool with no soul in presence. Did he leave already?

I was just 5 minutes late.

He would have waited, right? It was too congested in the hallways. I had to pass through everyone.

Staring at the serene water, I step back from the edge of the pool. It may sound strange, but even th
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