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I looked confusedly at him, then at all of the eyes peering at me. Finally, I saw my arm. My own arm, reaching into the air as if I were painted on the Sistine Chapel. Oh, no. Oh God no. When did my arm go up like that? I willed it down. Student Council was not for me. It was not for… Actually… What if I tried out? I would definitely lose, so there was no harm Hardcore there. And it would calm mom down. Maybe this could be my spontaneous thing. With newfound confidence, I nodded. “Yes, public Mr. Carrozza.” I said, as if speaking with my voice for the first time. “I would like to try out for Student Council.” He fumbled with his words. He certainly was not expecting this. Finally, he produced a piece of paper from his desk, and put it gently on my desk. “Well, I must say, good luck.” He said, then added, “See me after class.” I looked at him with confusion until he pointed to the lower section of the paper. The higher section required all of my personal information, and the bottom half was for my marks, comments, and signatures from teachers. I should have been nervous, but I was actually excited. I had no clue why. “Alright, everyone, enough reality about tawdry school activities.” Mr. Carrozza said sternly as he walked back to his desk. “Open your books to page 147. You should see ‘The properties of a convex lens.'” Everyone turned back to their desks immediately. I’d know, I sat at the back of the class. Well, everyone except one girl. He eyes seemed to be locked onto the paper I was holding. I glanced at her from the blackboard to see a look I couldn’t identify. It seemed like… confused intrigue. Her full lips seemed curved into something just pov short of a smile, as if she was wondering why someone like me would want to be in Student Council. Her brown, wavy hair covered one of her hazel eyes, and for a fellow grade nine, I had to say her body looked damn good, from what little I saw of it. Still, I didn’t want to be caught staring and apparently neither did she. Even though I’d been looking at her for a good second, she suddenly snapped to attention and turned back around. Curious, but too shy amateur to even think about it without scolding myself, I turned back towards the class. After class, I stayed behind, as Mr. Carrozza instructed me. When he looked up from his desk to find me still sitting there, he looked puzzled for a second, then his eyes lit up. “Ah, of course, master Watson.” He said, half-joking, as he got up from his desk and overlooked my paper. in a distracted voice, he added, “Yes, you’re one of my best students, you know.” I’m not reality gay.” Putting aside her second question, I told her, "Well, let’s go upstairs and see if there is anything for you to put on . . . She then began to read out the slips. Mom needed a new wardrobe. He pov laughed and pushed public Hardcore his finger a little ways into my ass. Shit! Hands behind he ordered. Rod noticed an ever-so-slight exhale and a look of relief on Marisa’s face. But amateur she had given Barkley the romp of his life, so now the high-dollar race horse should be happy and calm for the remainder of the trip. His phone buzzed again. Thinking about the evening ahead.