One day after school, I
walk into my choir teacher’s office. “Hey, Ms. Gardner, is there anything I can
do to help?”
She gives me the “hold on”
finger while she finishes up an email to the principal. She faces me, “Not
really, Jordan, but you can tell me about your day.”
I sigh. “Well actually there
is some thing I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
She looks at me curiously,
“What?” she replied.
“Well, all year long I’ve had
a crush on you. I’ve been staring at your ass and tits, and having dreams about
us F**.Cking.”
