Group Work Honestly, all I called for was clarification on a homework assignment, so it was immensely surprising that after that, we were still talking. She was one of the few teachers that I respected at the time, since I was going through my own impression of the rebellious teenager phase. The subject of a girl in the class came up; one that I was hopelessly attracted to. My teacher asked me why I never talked to her, since it was obvious that I liked her. She said it was easy, which I now know is true but back then, it was a matter of perspective. She also said that waiting for the right moment can be good or bad; sometimes both.

After that conversation, my crush and I were placed together for group work more often. The gesture was innocent enough, but knowing that it wasn’t by chance was unnerving. It worked, though. The girl and I became friends. Never anything more. And once I knew her better, I realized I didn’t really want her. Sometimes both.  ¶ 7:10 AM