It was pretty hopeless, honestly. Finding yourself slowly starting to feel something for someone, who barely knows your existence. You found yourself feeling trapped, feeling this overwhelming sense of isolation and useless hopefulness whenever you peered over to that blondie.

The same blondie who never even looked your way. The same blondie, you’d be surprised if he knew your name. The same blondie with that explosive personality of his, that charmed you. The blondie whose strive to be the best, enticed you.

But here you were… quietly scribbling a doodle on your page, when you should be taking down notes. Occasionally glancing over to that same blonde boy who had gotten you so tied up. It was pretty useless, actually. He didn’t even like you.