He’s smart, he knows he is. But that’s just what makes you so much more beautiful in his eyes. You’re just that and strong; in every sense of the word. He always knew he had a type, you were all that but a million times better to him.

Gosh he’s smitten. So, so smitten. He thinks you’re the most extraordinary girl he’s ever met.

With his proud smirk and his bag slung over his shoulder, he leans against the doorframe of your classroom, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“You coming to my match later?”