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I stare back at him and he's wearing that smirk on his face again.
"Agastya! Quit flirting and get your big head out here!" One tall jock hollers from the hallway. Excuse you, if he wanted to talk to your cocky butt, he would. Don't interfere.
I look around and notice the class is halfway full with different people. I don't talk that much do I?
Agastya's face flushes and he turns back to me. "Uh, okay see you later, Varnika—I mean Varnika." He pivots back and half-jogs out of the room. The term, Varnika. Ew. I prefer Varnika. Varnika just sounds so blasé.
Looking at the time, I see there's barely a minute until history class. I quickly dodge my way out of the classroom and make way to Ms. Sam's room, completely forgetting the scene that happened out the window. I barely step my feet into the classroom when the bell rings for class to start. Even though it's only a six second walk, it turned into a ten second sprint because of the crowded halls and I'm somewhat out of breath. Man I'm out of shape. Ten seconds of intense cardio workout almost killed me.
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