Years later when we talked about it again, he said he liked me at that moment and he was heartbroken.
So like that, we passed by for the first time.
Later in 2024, I stopped talking to him. I was scared I would cease the control over myself.
I was happy with them, at least I thought that.
He still sent over the maths homework every time as he promised, and I still copied them sometimes.
Now the down side appears.
Being in so many classes together meant that I couldn't escape seeing him every day.
For some we sat next to each other; it was really awkward in a silent atmosphere.
We went on a trip.
It was our second trip together, but this time was different.
Since the classes are split over two days, most of my other friends would go on the trip the day after us.
It was just me and him, with the addition of a few other friends.
It felt awkward sitting with him on the bus. Since the buses were full, I sat with my best friend while he sat with eshay white kids at the front.
The trip was boring. The most boring trip of my life.
We took a few pictures and that was it. It was more like an exterior study session than a trip.
After all, it's the museum, so it was expected.
I talked a little with him during the trip, feeling awkward. He stuck with us for the first half of the tour, but left for his Chinese friends for the other half.
The tour finished earlier than we were told and we sat near the entrance waiting for buses.
I was feeling quite hungry, but the teachers didn't allow us to visit the museum cafe.
Just like this chapter, the trip was boring but it was decent, getting to skip half a day of school.
Yet unlike this chapter, things suddenly took a 90° turn.