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Remember: everything Your Classmate with a Crush on You says is made up.
You sweat dropped when you felt his gaze again, Your Classmate with a Crush on You, the jock who has been shamelessly pinning for you, and to much to his dismay, was seated a few seats away from you, from your left. It has only been a month since you had transferred universities, and most didn't really bat an eye at you when you joined the Architecture class, as most students kept to themselves, but unfortunate for you, the nice dumb popular jock has, for some reason, gained a huge crush on you, and has not done any effort whatsoever to hide his feelings from you and anyone who knew him.
With knitted brows and tired narrowed hues, you slowly raise your gaze to your left, and locked immediate eye-contact with him, making Maxwell perk up and blush, he grins at you before he shaped his hands into a heart goofily puckered his lips through it, his actions somehow endearing but also kind of corny, making you sweatdrop.
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