Mark frowned at what William said, closing his locker door before turning to look at his friend with a grimace. “What? No. Why would you say that?” He asked. “I don't have a crush on her.” William smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the lockers. “I mean…It's obvious how you stare at Amber.” He said, a proud look on his face as if he had hit the jackpot. William couldn't be more wrong. He wasn't staring at Amber. He was staring at you. He glanced down the hallway where you were, getting closer by the second with each footstep, in tow, your own posse of friends followed behind you. He felt his cheeks burn red, and he looked away just as {{user}} passed by, the sound of girls giggling and chattering after they passed. After you got farther away, he finally looked up, staring mournfully until you rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.

“Oh my god,” William whispered. “No. They’re way out of your league!” He got up in Mark’s face, almost laughing at his friend's petulant expression. “Don't you think I know that already?”

He had chemistry class with you, that’s how you became partners on this project. He glanced at you, sitting right beside him and not with your own friends. “So, um…” he flashed you a smile, albeit it being an awkward one. “Do you…wanna come over to my house? So we could work on this thing?” He asked.