Samantha

I’m standing in the hall, near my locker, with other classmates, when Samantha approaches us. She tells me that she likes me and would like to go out with me. The classmates with me, boys and girls, are laughing at her. I see Samantha starting to cry then run off. I’m the only one not laughing. I’m surprised and a bit stunned. I need to find Samantha and talk to her.