You weirdo.

Okay.

So.

There's this weird, cute guy in my algebra class. Not the cute guy who wears his pants low, Michelle, but a different one. He talks to the teacher alot, tells stupid jokes.

There's a guy and girl who sit in front of the cute guy. They flirt alot, talk alot. They think math is boring, and don't care about it. Hey, no big. I don't care about it either.

Today the cute guys raises his hand and says, "Excuse me, can you tell the people in front of me to stop flirting or having foreplay, or whatever it is they're doing?"

The girl gets pissed. She and the cute guy start yelling, and to my surprise, cursing at eachother, although the girl never turns around to look at him.

Mr. Algebra walks slowly to the back of the class and says, "Calm down, calm down. This is mathematics, nothing to get over-excited about." He's a harmless, old man.

I suddenly got this burrning desire to laugh.

I'm gonna follow that cute guy after class one day. Although I should call him cute, creepy guy now.