I was just telling Blake how I wished to have a cute relationship. A relationship where we would do so many weird and silly things. 
Then Blake reminded me of when I brought explosives into French class. 
Blake threw the first explosive..

Teacher : DENICE! GET OUT!!
Me : What!? It wasn’t even me!
Blake : Sir, It was me.
Teacher : Oh, sorry Denice. BLAKE, GET OUT! 

So Blake merrily made his way to the canteen and texted me, ” Now it’s your turn.” Honestly, I’ve never been the type to get sent out of the class. That’s why I asked Nicole to throw the explosive on the ground for me. 

20 minutes after Blake was sent out 
Teacher : DENICE, GET OUT!!

Once I got out of the class, Blake was waiting for me at the staircase with that cheeky smile on his stupid face. haha.

Oh the memories…what fun we had. :)