Our English teacher, Sir Randy, didn't hesitate on grabbing me aside one day and telling me that I was to perform as Mulan for the literary couple contest.

"Do you know Luke Peterson?" He asked.

"Yeah." Not really. He was the same year as I was, but we're not really friends. And we've never been in the same class before. But he was a basketball varsity player in our school and was quite popular with the female population.

Except for me, of course.

I had my sites on a senior guy who treated me much like a little sister. But that was okay.

"He's your pair."

"What?" I blurted.

"Hey Sir Randy!" The famous Peterson guy went up behind me and informed us of our supposed-to-be pair-up.

"You know each other right?" He sang gaily.

"No… Not really. By name, yeah. But her?? No." He said casually. There was something with that voice that made me want to slap the smile off his face forever.

"Well you're going to have to work it out, the two of you." Sir Randy said. He kinda liked Luke Peterson. I could tell. Sir Randy was, after all, gay.

If I had paid attention to whatever our teacher said, I would've caught him walking away. But no, I was staring straight ahead and only realized that when a cough interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I asked him.

He sneered.

And he walked away.