I sat across from my middle school Science teacher, palms sweating and unsure of myself.
I knew I wasn't the greatest-looking kid, with awkward wavy hair that made my head look like a mushroom, thick glasses that if anybody else looked into them they would see into the future, all perched on top of a skinny gangly frame that looked like it could break in half from standing in the way of a loud fart.
Nonetheless, here she was in front of me, and smiling at me in a way that I knew my attempts at garnering her attention had paid off.
I had the attention span of a squirrel, but the mouth of an Italian mob wise guy. So of course, after I told the fattest kid in class he "couldn't see Uranus with a hand mirror" and told her to "shut up and make me a Goddamned sandwich" after she reprimanded me, I knew that I would be able to spend another hour with her for detention. Even if it was just for a little while, being with her just made me feel.... wanted.
The silence was not s
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