No seat behind the Sex God.

I walk into my Differential Equations class and to my dismay, there is no seat behind him.

Not that the seat is taken but rather, there is no seat.

All that hotness and I can not be behind him.

Sad day.

I find myself singing the Conner song. It goes something like this

I have a crush on a boy, his name is Conner

He couldn't be more stuck up, yet he is so well thought

This boy who they call Conner.

He's in my CBE classes; he doesn't wear glasses

He does more than passes, He knows the secret to great asses

I stare at him when he looks away

I really hope he's not gay

If not why doesn't he look my way; Conner

Last week, I thought he was a cute douche

Now, we were finally introduced

Too bad, that it took so long, but I'm a hoot

And now, I amuse him with every other tune.

I wish he were interested

But he can't because he's a douchebag

But soon he might change

Then we can arrange

To be fuck buddies

I mean cuddle buddies.

Shit I would like to fuck him but he's not that special

But he is a douchebag

I like a douchebag

Too bad he's a douchebag

Who's name is Conner

And I can't wait for CBE again.