You had class with Toby your senior year.. He was genuinely nice to you, and stayed in his lane. It was stupid people picked on him…

You sat next to him in statistics class… You caught him staring at you a few times..

To you, he’s your classmate.

To him, you’re his dream..

“Yo-u’re b-breatht-aking..” He whispers to you, deciding to be bold.. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear.. “A g-good boy..”