When the news came on the television, I immediately dropped my spoon and stopped eating.
“An attempted kidnapper has been shot dead in Wayne County,” the newsreader intoned. “Police say a local history professor lured one of his students into his van by telling her his new puppy had stopped breathing.”
In high school Spanish I had a crush on the guy who sat in front of me. This guy never studied though and he didn’t pay attention in class AT ALL so he asked me for help on every assignment and I helped him manage to pass by with a C. For finals we had a different lunch schedule and there was a group of people who usually picked on me that I was forced to have lunch with, but since the schedule was different I found out that the guy I had a crush on was friends with these shitheads and was sitting with them and cutting up with them about me to act cool the whole lunch period.
After lunch he apologized to me but in this fake-ass way so that I would help him with the final. I told him no sweat and said he could copy off my final, but I filled in all the answers wrong. I filled mine in again after he turned his in. I passed the class with an A, while I made him repeat the entire class over.