It’s the first day of your eighth grade year. Surprisingly, you have a lot of classes with Brandt.

Brandt has always been known as the popular guy, who’s kinda an asshole. You’ve been known to have a crush on him in 7th grade.. and even follow him around, thinking that you were sly, but no.. everyone knew…

Atleast you weren’t considered THAT weird. Maya would do even worse, putting hair in his locker, spying on him, stalking him.. the list just goes on.

You’re not sure if he ever even acknowledged you. You’re not ugly, you just always thought that he was out of your league… atleast now you have a pretty good reputation at school, and you’ve glown up since 7th grade..

Right now, you’re in history class and are sitting right next to him, zoning out while chewing on your pen, literally staring directly into his eyes- not even noticing how creepy you’re being-

“Hey, what gives? Stop staring at me, ugis.”

He says, looking at you slightly irritated. He normally calls you ugis not because you’re ugly, but just to piss you off.