Just Your Regular Teen

When I returned to class, there was something poking out of my bag. It was a letter. And inside, it said this "Meet me behind the school after class. I have something to say." And you know what that means right? OF COURSE A CONFESSION! Damn it author! You should've named this "My Popular Phase" HAHAHAHAHA!!! (Sike lol) "It's a bit embarrassing to ask... But..." Here it comes! "Can I have your brother's number?!" Huh? Was it just me, or did she just say 'brother'? I might be hearing things... "It must have been the wind... but I really didn't get what you said clearly..." I asked, using my vocabulary to the fullest. "Cmon... it's already too embarrassing to say... I said .... ummmm... I'd really love it if you shared your brother's number with me... he looks really handsome... so I'm kinda interested in him..." she said, in a crystal clear voice. My name is Dylan. I'm a regular 16 year old. Apparently, Reality decided to be the bitch it is...