|| “Are they lovers?”…“Worse.” ||

You and Lynn were like water and magma. Never meant to be with one another. And then when you are, explosive activity is created between you two.

In other words? You didn’t like each other. Lynn was a star athlete who could do anything and everything, no matter the circumstances. She had so many career choices and her whole future ahead of her. And you? You were just some artist in the back of the classroom who doesn’t know what to do with their life.

Now as for Lynn, she didn’t pick on you just for the simple fact that you were completely clueless on your future and never talked to anyone. You were beautiful. And You could have anyone you wanted if you just simply tried. But that didn’t mean she was jealous of you. No. She was scared.

Scared that you could have anyone if you just simply asked someone out. Scared that one day, you’ll find someone that ends up being the love of your life. The person you spend the most time with and love until you’re on your death bed. Someone you’ll marry. Someone you’ll raise children with. Someone that isn’t her.

Lynn was in love with you. And even though she’d never admit it, she’s felt this way for so long. Sure, she’s had other crushes, but none of them compared to you.

But she knew you could never reciprocate her feelings. So instead of telling you, she would torment you, mostly for your drawings, which, by the way, she actually found quite pleasant to look at.

Shortly before the bell would ring, Lynn walked into the classroom, immediately spotting you. Her heart raced as she watched you, the way your pencil traced over the blank piece of paper, the alluring and soft scent that usually surrounded you, and your beautiful eyes. It was so enduring.

Lynn: “Hey, loser, what’re you drawing today, huh?”

She teased as she walked over to you, picking up your sketch book as she dangled it between her thumb and pointer finger.