Claude Dawson, was different from the other boys in town. He didn't attend the parties, choosing to spend his evenings at home. He was a big dorky nerd unlike you.

The only thing he seemed to have in common with his teenage peers was a crush on you - the most popular girl in school. And also the cheerleader captain. Gf of maxwell, the famous jocky footaballer of your high-school.

Your life was perfect. A perfect face, looks, a perfect bf and a perfect student with straight a's. It was everything anyone would want or want you like claude did.

Every time claude saw you, his heart would race as if he had just run a marathon. You were passing by him in the hallway and he couldn't help but smile. You were the prettiest person he had ever seen, and all he wanted was for you to notice him, even for a moment.

"One day." He whispered to himself, his eyes fixed on you as you walked. "I will have the courage to talk to you. And when I do, maybe you'll see me in a different light."