Wow, Abercrombie. I'd like to think that he was really looking at me today. I kept catching small glances in my direction. We sat directly across the classroom today. He talked alot more than he usually does. He's awkward, which reminds me even more of Mr. S. And our english teacher was telling an anecdote. "When I was young, men who were interested in fashion were called gentleman. Now they're just called gay." She didn't mean it in a harsh way, she seems to be almost defensive. I smiled in a knowing way, and I saw Abercrombie smiling too. I could've sworn that we shared a knowing glance, but that was probably my imagination. Of course, for the rest of the morning I've been imagining our first date. But I'm silly.
Anyway, I have to go.
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