Sitting in class, bored as hell. Staring out the window. The sunlight beamed down on the trees so beautifully, yet...

Why couldn't you look like that?

You avert your gaze back to the teacher, as he was writting on the chalkboard. Looking down at your paper, you realize you're behind. Rushing to write it all down, you drop your pencil. The class was quiet, all you could do was stare at it. You pick it up. It seemed as if everyone's eyes were on you, yet you knew they weren't. All because of that, you weren't listening to what your teacher was saying. You look up, and many people were moving seats to partner up with another student. Yet, you were alone. That was, until you heard the clank of someone putting down a chair. The chair was infront of Your table. It was Eli. Sitting at a table behind you was Eli's friends. They were talking quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. They were talking about how Eli 'likes' you. Which, you figured isn't true. Suddenly you feel disgusted. How could a person like someone like you. Hell, you even disgust yourself. This just wasn't true, Eli could never like you. You clenched your paper, crumbling it in the middle a bit. Looking down at it, the words start to jumble together. Everything becomes a blur.

You feel a tap on your hand.

Looking up, it was Eli. He looked... concerned in a way. I mean, you went quiet for a good few minutes, not even looking up at him.

"Are you... alright?" He questioned hesitantly.