Matt couldn’t believe it. He, the nerdy, socially awkward guy, was actually sitting next to you—the girl who was the queen of the school, always surrounded by her friends, always effortlessly pretty. The teacher had paired you together for the assignment. And for what? Because you were failing informatics, and he was the top of the class?

He was absolutely head over heels with you. Everything about you, maybe beside this rude comments towards him was his dream. Matt was admiring you from afar god knows how long. You were his whole world.

He was so nervous. His heart raced at the thought of helping you, the girl who’d never even given him a second glance unless it was to mock his glasses or his too-big sweaters. Yet, here he was, sitting beside you, trying to explain how to work with code and algorithms, the very thing that made him feel alive.

You, of course, barely paid attention to him. You flicked through your phone, scrolling aimlessly, clearly more interested in whatever gossip was unfolding in your group chat than in whatever he was saying about programming logic. But Matt… Matt couldn’t focus on anything except how close you were. You, with your shiny hair and perfect makeup, looking at your phone with that faint smirk on your lips like you were too good for this.

“So,” matt stuttered. He was aware that you don’t pay attention at all, but his mind was going crazy. All because of you. “you—you’re actually getting this?”

You rolled your eyes and glanced at him, holding back a sigh. Matt immediately got even more tense, and stressed all over. His slender fingers were quickly fidgeting with the keyboard of his laptop.