That afternoon, past lunch, I hurried to the main road, looking for a pedicab to fetch me to school. I was excited for my exam. Excited because I knew that I was not the only one who would get an egg score [and I was right].
While waiting for a pedicab, I saw her. I saw my crush with someone else, riding in the backseat of a motorcycle [does a motorcycle have a back seat? is this the right term, no?]. Pertaining to what I saw, they were not that sweet. That means they are still in the getting-to-know-each-other stage.
But really, it hurts so bad. That's her in the picture. :P