I met a handsome boy full of mischief. My heart was pounding at that time. Later, as if by fate, I often met him. He and I are both members of the student union, and many opinions are always unified, with an inexplicable tacit understanding. And many activities will be held by us, for the simple reason that we are a good match.
At that time, I will fight with him until three o'clock in the morning, and it doesn't matter if I am late the next day, skip class or make a penalty stand. As long as he is in a bad mood and wants to go out to play at night, I will lay down my life to accompany my husband and play with him. The craziest thing we did was to run out of school in the afternoon 12 and ring someone's doorbell in a residential area. It's wicked to ring the doorbell until someone gets up and opens the door! As a result, I went back late, the dormitory was closed, and two "homeless" people were lying on the school bench and fed mosquitoes all night.
I remember waking up the next morning and he fell asleep on my lap. That was the first time I saw his sleeping face and such a lovely boy! My leg was hurt by the uneven place on the bench, but my heart was sweet. At that time, I knew that this sweetness was something called love.
I know I like him. I don't know whether he likes me or whether I like him. Until one day I saw it, and then I knew everything.
I have a roommate with a goddess temperament. This is a bloody story! He likes my goddess roommate, wants to get close to me, get to know my roommate, and get to know my roommate's recent situation. I belong to that kind of heartless person. His intentions are so obvious, but I deceive myself and get along with him. He plays like this every day because he wants to bring my roommate to the first place. When I saw him kill the Buddha for her, I was their assistant. When he was depressed about her attitude towards him, I stayed with him and played crazy with him. I laughed and cried when they held hands and announced together in front of all their good friends.
How could I not know him? I knew it when he first asked her in front of me. But I just don't trust him, and he is getting deeper and deeper in hopeless circumstances.
What breaks my heart most is not that they are together. Later, my goddess roommate learned that I had spent the night with him the night before. She knows that I like her boyfriend, so she can't stand the fact that I was alone with him that night.
I told everyone about my staying out for the night, but the protagonist became another person. When my friend asked me, I didn't explain or talk, and the fake hero tried to distance himself from me. So I have to apply to live off campus. He was afraid that she would misunderstand me again and treat me differently. Every time he sees me, he always looks embarrassed.
I happened to meet him once, and he just told me to live an honest and clean life and not to fool around with other boys. It was sunny that day, but I felt cold!
He doesn't know. He doesn't know I like him yet.