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Erwin was a good student, one of the best in his high school. But this was the third time he had jerked his head up and opened his eyes in bewilderment. He couldn’t help nodding off: Mr. Zackley’s ancient world history class was hellishly dull, the teacher’s droning voice bouncing off the disinterested students.
Someone tapped Erwin on the back. Petra Ral, the pretty red-headed cheerleader. “From Levi,” she mouthed and handed him a small slip of paper.
Levi, he thought. He knew that name, though it took him a moment to place it on the ink-haired, pierced, and heavily tattooed punk who sat in the back of the class. Erwin, a front row student, had never interacted with Levi In all four years they’d shared the same school.
But now…
“Are your eyebrows too heavy to keep your eyes open?” the note said.
Erwin stifled a laugh. The teacher glanced away from his Powerpoint but didn’t say anything.
Erwin wrote back. “They are a heavy burden, yes.”
It wasn’t long before another note was ferried up to him.
“Are you boring?” the note asked.
Erwin didn’t know how to respond. He wrote back, “What do you mean?”
When the note reached Levi, Erwin heard him scoff. Erwin smiled.
The note came back to him a few minutes later. There was a lot more written this time.
“I mean do you have a stick up your ass? Varsity tennis player, perfect hair, straight A suckup. You have to be boring.”
Erwin shook his head and wrote, “You think my hair is perfect? :)”
A moment later the next note came. “No. Have you ever even been to a party?”
“Are you inviting me to a party?” Erwin asked.
He waited a long, long time for Levi’s response which simply said, “Yes.”