In the middle of winter someone started a small fire during my gym class. We stood outside in the wind and the cold in our gym uniforms. Of course, the drill lasted about 20 times longer than usual, because we had to wait for the fire department to declare the "all-clear." Meanwhile, we're freezing our butts off. I was spending time flirting with my crush who's in my gym class. Finally we went inside. In English class, I was complaining to a guy friend of mine about how cold it was, and my crush was supporting me. But my friend said that he wasn't cold. I was annoyed, because he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. I yelled, "Yeah, well, at least you were wearing clothes!" A bunch of people turned to look at me. I slapped my hands over my mouth and turned red. My guy friend laughed, "What were you two doing out there?
I could have died.