if i was a teacher, i would try to figure out who had a crush on who, and i would make sure they were always paired up.
That awkward moment when you can't get them legs to open.
At first, you’re like:
& she still got her legs closed!
Then your black homies are like:
Then you’re all like:
I'm mature enough to forgive you. But, I'm not dumb enough to trust you again.