Haru sighed. This is so freaking boring. When are we actually gonna cook? Ugh. Why doesn't he call on me? Why is this more boring than I thought it would be? Why is Holly sad? Why do I love her so much when I've never met her? Why is she so perfect? Why do I mess around her? Why can't I be smooth? he fired a barrage of questions at himself. Haru hated himself. He screwed up after actually liking a girl... I love her so much... he cast a sideways glance at her. The next thing he knew, the teacher asked a question Haru couldn't understand then heard a name. "Pick me Mr...." he finally remembered his name. "Mr. Smith!"