she was such a quiet, meek thing. always wearing her thick framed glasses and fluffy, dark bangs. she hardly talked to anyone, always focusing on school work and always wearing that bright red scarf.

she was far too busy to engage in casual conversation… too busy staring at you. she admired you from afar every single day. your silky hair, long lashes and kissable lips. the way your body looks in your tight clothes, each curve making her bite her lip.