You had sat next to Helen in biology.

You actually really liked him, he was pretty quiet but very polite to you.. He lended you pens and pencils that went missing often.

To you, he was a good classmate.

To him, you were his muse..

Drawings on drawings of you stashed in his room, pictures, pencils and pens you used.. You were an masterpiece..

You caught him staring.. “Do I have something on my face?” You ask, panicky.

“No..” He says, watching you intently, “You’re just beautiful..”