The Story of Ice Cream, Part 1

The Story of Ice Cream, Part One
My first post for this day, I had mentioned an Ice Cream, to which you might say, "Huh? What/Who the heck is that? What the hell is she talking about?" Now, I said before that I would later elaborate on the subject, or maybe even tell the story about it. Here's the first part of my account of the life of an Ice Cream (whoever you are, if you know who you are, that is)...
It all started this school year, when I was fortunately placed on this section (can't tell exactly what), which fortunately includes LoML. In other words, for another school year he is once again my classmate. What a good way to start the year, ain't it? That was what I thought so, too. It even became better when in the first groupings held on our Religion class, I became groupmates with this silent, almost shy guy which I will later call as Ice Cream. I never noticed him before. I even thought he was this new student, but he wasn't - he just wasn't that much popular. I never really gave much thought about him at first - until that day, on Religion class. I was assigned as the leader of our group, and supposedly, we were to answer a few questions in a piece of paper. While I was answering the questions, I was looking at LoML, who was sitting right beside me! That's probably one of the reasons why I never gave Ice Cream attention. And then, after quite a few minutes, he started to become annoying, asking questions about me, about the subject, about my standing in the whole third year...et cetera et cetera...
It was annoying, as I was busy writing out our answers, but I had to admit, it was quite flattering that he was asking questions about me.
Afterwards, I quite forgot those things, but whenever I'd remember them, I would always keep a smile on my face.