He always his sweater on, throughout the class.
Isn't he hot?
He talks to me, like talking to a friend.
Sometimes he would think I'm a bimbo, and sometimes he would praise me as if I'm the smartest girl alive.
He's a bipolar person.
When I talk to him, I feel like talking to a younger brother, cause by age, he's younger and immature.
One day, I could smell bell pepper in the class. He was eating that. Who eats bell pepper in class?!
Maybe he wanted to stay awake, or maybe he was just hungry.
He sometimes brought homemade oatmeal cookies too, his mom made them,
When he's nice, he would offer me some and I'd never say no
because homemade cookies are always the best ones.
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