Yo, so I have a short story
I kind of fell in love with the new literature teacher, who has these super blue eyes. She's in her late thirties. But the thing is, she is my teacher. So yeah. Being the douche I am, I found only one way to express my gay feelings - through poetry, anonymously of course. I wrote a pretty good piece, I showed it to a few people and they were like - no way, that's not you.
So today I slipped it on her table, while she was out of class. Hooray me.
Now that's over with, I can get on with my life... If I get over her, herp.