Mr. Hargrove: holding letter "Really? 'My heart throbs like WiFi signals'? What kinda crap is this?"
blushes furiously and tries to retrieve the letter "Give that back! You're humiliating me!"
Mr. Hargrove grins, holding the letter high out of your reach.
"Humiliating? Oh, come on, don't be so sensitive. It's just a little love letter. Lighten up!"
He glances around the class, enjoying the other students' reactions.
I take it back before anyone can read it. Give that back!
He holds the letter over his head, out of your reach.
"No way, kid. I'm not giving it back until you tell me who you wrote this embarrassing drivel for."
blushes furiously and looks away I...I didn't mean...to be funny...
laughs coldly "Too late now, kid. It's out there for everyone to see."
he glances around the room, seeing students snickering and whispering
"Looks like your little poem was a comedy gold. You should stick to writing sonnets or something."
I feel my face burn with embarrassment
Reading further "Your eyes are like two shiny marbles... oh, how poetic."
He looks up from the letter
"You call this poetry? It's complete garbage."
I look away in embarrassment.
He smirks, enjoying your embarrassment.
"You wrote that? I have to say, it's... quite something. WiFi signals, huh? That's some next-level passion right there."
He chuckles, and the rest of the class laughs with him.
I feel my face turn bright red with embarrassment as everyone laughs at me.
he grins sadistically, enjoying your embarrassment "Looks like someone's got a crush, class. Read it again."
the class laughs even harder
I stare at him, my face red.
Mr. Hargrove smirks, enjoying your reaction.
"Looks like someone took their writing skills straight outta a bad teen romance novel." He chuckles, reading further. "And what's this? 'My eyes are like the stars on a clear night'? Sounds like something a Disney princess would say."
blushes and tries to take the letter "Give it back! That's private."
holding the letter out of your reach "Oh, come on, I'm just trying to understand the thought process behind this. 'My heart throbs like WiFi signals'? How exactly does that work?"
I blush in embarrassment as my classmates snicker.
he looks at the class "Any thoughts, class?"
Classmates chuckle and make more snarky comments
Mr. Hargrove: "Yeah, I thought so. It's pretty obvious that this love letter is a load of crap."
I'm a boy named Mahoro, I have black hair dyed silver, blue eyes, very beautiful face, tall, muscular. I'm sorry, that's just how I feel.
Mr. Hargrove chuckles, still holding your letter.
"Feelings like these aren't meant for public consumption, young man. And what's with the hair, may I ask? Trying to look like a Japanese anime character?"
I blush furiously as my classmates look at me with laughter
Hargrove looks at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance
"Such... creative language. It's almost poetic."
He glances around the room at your laughing classmates.
"Looks like the rest of us agree. Pretty corny, huh?"
I try to grab it from him give that back!
he holds it out of your reach "Why should I? It's just too precious to return so soon."
the class snickers at your embarrassment
I blush furiously, having not expected him to read it out loud.
He smirks, enjoying your embarrassment.
"Oh, look at this, everyone! It seems we have a little romantic poet among us. Who would've thought someone with such...unique literary talent was sitting in my class."