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Barry Allen groaned at the amount of homework that Mr. Wells gave them. Why must there always be so much? Just because Physics was his favorite class, doesn't mean that he really wanted to be spending his entire weekend on it.
"Oh, come on, Barry, you know you love this class. I should be the one complaining. Physics sucks," Iris, Barry's best friend, said.
"Yeah, I love this class, but that doesn't mean that I love homework," Barry said, looking down at his beautiful best friend. She was much shorter than him, 5'4" to his 6'2". Her long dark hung in a ponytail down her back. Her smile brightened as her boyfriend, Eddie, came into sight. Barry felt the familiar twinge of jealousy as Iris ran down the hallway, launching herself into Eddie's arms.
"Hey, Barry. How's it going?" Eddie asked as he and Iris walked back to Barry.
"Fine." Glancing down at his watch, he continued. "Listen, I gotta get to class. See ya later?" He didn't wait for a reply as he almost ran to his Drama class.
"Cutting it kinda close, Aren't you?" Caitlin Snow asked as he sat in front of her.
"Of course he is. It's Barry," Cisco Ramon cut in from the seat beside Barry.
"Wow, thanks Cisco, I'm feeling the love," Barry teased. Their conversation was cut short, however, when their teacher walked in.
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Caitlin stole yet another glance at Ronnie. How could he be so perfect? She held back a sigh, knowing that it would be heard by Cisco, and she didn't need his knowing (and teasing) smile. She was frustrated enough during this class.
Caitlin automatically took notes, only paying enough attention to the teacher to do so. The rest of her thoughts were dedicated to plotting. This was not a normal occurrence for the normally studious Caitlin. But this crush was becoming a problem. So Caitlin had decided to plan to either get over him or get him to like her back. She still wasn't sure.
Finally, with five minutes left in the class, her eyes alighted on Barry. Everyone in their friend group knew he liked Iris. Everyone but Iris and Eddie. Maybe they could help each other. She started writing furiously.