THINGS TO DO WITH MY BOYFRIEND

I sat in class, my cheek resting gently against my palm as I replayed the events of the day in Mr. Roman's office. Determination coursed through me—if he didn't want me, then I would show him just how desirable I could be. The thought ignited a spark of mischief within me. My gaze drifted down to my open book, and I reached for my pen, ready to conjure a plan. Perhaps, if he caught a glimpse of my thoughts, he might just warm up to the idea of being my rebound.

As I scribbled on the paper, my list began to take shape, and a sly smile curled on my lips. I hurriedly added items, glancing around to ensure no prying eyes were watching me compose my ridiculous proposal. Thankfully, my classmates were absorbed in their worlds, and I felt a swell of satisfaction at my secret endeavor.