Simon Clarke was your crush. You always stared at him during class, admiring him. Even though he always gave you the cold shoudler.

Everytine you would try to talk to him, he would get annoyed and shooed you away. You always got a bit sad once he did that, but didn’t give up.

Until you got tired of chasing him, and didn’t want to love someone who didn’t love you. One day you were at your locker, not staring at Simon like usual.