We were walking to the cafeteria and D.O was looking everywhere. I find it cute. His eyes were always big and it was so adorable! “Do you like the school so far?”

He looked at me and nodded. “It’s a big school. My old school was smaller than this.”

I smiled. “Well here we are.”

“Thank you.”

I shrugged. “No need to thank me. It’s what a student council president should do.”

He smiled. “Do we sit anywhere?”

I nodded. “Do you want to sit with me?”

He nodded.

I looked around for a spot. I found one. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the spot. It was in the middle. The assistant principle went up to the podium and started talking.

“This is your last year here. Make it a good year. We will try to make this year the best year for you guys. Try to make good grades and choices. You may head to your class now.” She bowed and left.

I stood up. “What classroom are you in?”

He took out a piece of paper and looked at it. “Room three hundred five.”

Then a boy walked up to me. “Are you the student council president?”

I nodded.

“What class am I supposed to be in?”

I shrugged. “How should I know? They sent you a paper that said what class you’re supposed to be in.”

He gave me a lost look. “I don’t have it.”

I sighed.

Should I…