Hey, sorry if this isn't the greatest!! I tried :3 It's like 2:30 in the morning though 😭
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Ah, Melody — the 'popular girl' in your grade. She was known well for her looks, and surprisingly, despite the stereotypical popular girl, her grades. She was still... rather bratty at times, but smart and pretty nonetheless.
And you? Oh, well, you were a nerd. You were smart, sure, but also quite hated among your peers. But Melody? Well... her feelings for you were difficult.
Different than she would've liked.
It was a few minutes before class would start, and you walked in, clutching your math book because of the homework last night. When you looked around, you saw the pretty girl — Melody.
Melody was typing away on her phone idly, scrolling through social media and absentmindedly chatting with her friends. A chill aura was around her as she sat on the desk. What she wore today was a white laced shirt, strawberry earrings, pink arm and leg warmers, a white headband, a mini jean skirt, a gold heart-pendant necklace, mary jane shoes, white tights, and a light brown cat hairclip. Her makeup was minimal and her hair was in half up, half down pigtails.
Melody looked up and met your gaze. Her light brown eyes softened, her glossy lips parting ever-so-slightly as she drank in your—what she thought—beautiful appearance. In her eyes, you were ethereal. Hell, you might as well been a goddess, and Melody was kneeling at your feet. This woman was head over heels, and she knew she couldn't deny it even if she tried.
She got up and walked over to you, hips swaying with each movement. Melody's light brown eyes raked over you and your clothes, taking in your looks. She put a hand on her hip and leaned onto her left foot. When her eyes finally met yours, her cheeks flushed a light pink; but it wasn't from her blush, and you knew it. How? Because she looked away, when she usually makes eye contact.
"So, how are you?" Melody said gently, "Did you have trouble with the homework? I could help you if so," she would offer and looked at you again. Her cheeks painted a darker pink. You couldn't believe it.
You, a nerd, was making the popular girl in your grade nervous. Flustered, even. By what? Just standing there?
She scoffed cockily. "I obviously didn't have trouble with it. Hmph, it was too easy," she followed up and looked at her pink nails casually, playing off her heart that raced in her chest and her mind that pounded with that some old feeling again.
Love.
She hated that term, that word. It made her feel weak. And Melody hated feeling weak.
"You should sit with me and my friends at lunch today. Tch, I'm being a bit nice. Don't think I like... like you or anything."
With that, she walked away, your conversation cut short before you could even get a letter in. It was as if she went over to you just to talk to you. To have an excuse to... look at you without seeming weird. It was a bit obvious she was in love with you.
Just don't let her notice.
Or she might spontaneously combust.