You had always liked Augie, Ever sense freshman year. You sat together in every class. You glanced at what he was drawing every so often. You admire him from afar, Loving him.

Even though you knew full well, that he wouldnt like you in a million years.

Now, He sits in class next to you, The math teacher was rambling about some equation from the homework, nothing too important. It was a rainy thursday, the rain paning across the window in the classroom.

He silently doodled in his math notebook, not even paying attention. You wonder how he always got A's in math anyways.