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The Letter On The Desk - Chapter 6

After about a month and a half of this new year of school, he and I were very often just hanging out between classes or after school.
He would high five me in the hallways and people would ask me if he was related to me or something the way we were always hanging out.
I told them no but it was nice to know that the other students noticed how close we were getting, it was almost like when other people see you and your crush hanging out at the mall or something.
Except this crush was about 12 years older than me and taught me subjects all day long.

So by this time I had moved my seating to the chair right in front of his desk.
So I could turn around and chat with him at any time during class.
Yes, this is extreme but guys, he was my first major crush, not only that but this was vastly different from me falling for another girl or boy at school, he was a teacher and I was doing whatever I thought was going to get me closer to being friends with him until I could get something to happen.

One day after class I noticed a form on his desk, it looked like a letter from school and some info that he needed to fill out.
All I needed to do is have him leave me alone long enough to read this letter and see what was on the outside of the envelope.
However, that's not how it normally worked, he wouldn't leave me alone in the classroom.
After a few mins he tossed it in the trash because I guess he didn't need it, this was my opening.
I just acted like I dropped a bunch of my stuff on the floor directly next to the trashcan and quickly snatched the letter out of the trash and slide it into my trapper keeper.
YES! SUCCESS!!!

I got home and read the form and got his address, he did live past my house and guess what, it was within bike riding distance!
Yes I was 16 but I didn't have my own car so all I had was a bike.
Now that I Knew where he lived, it was time to put some miles on my bike!

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