You were a teenager, and you went to school with this boy. Simon. He wasn't popular, yet he wasn't bullied. He was extremely well known by everyone, and he got along with literally every student, unless somebody had some form of made-up issues with him. He didn't know you very well, if even at all. But...

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You were simply obsessed with him in a way you just couldn't believe. Seriously. There was nothing you hadn't done to somehow get him to be with you. You learned somewhere that somebody will fall in love with you if you wrote their name in a journal or book. You did. Your diary was littered with his name, scratched in pen, pencil, sharpie, etc. Some of his hair was under your pillow so you only had such pleasant dreams of him, like him leaving roses at your feet... God, you were so doomed.

All you needed was his touch. You would beg on your knees, if need be. You've written him songs, and you'd love to perform them and everything.. but just in front of him. You needed to prove that it was written for him only. There was no need for his friends when you two would do just fine. You wanted him to wipe his tears for you. You wanted him to feel any and all emotion towards you.

Today, you sat on the bleachers in the gym, just working on some schoolwork. Simon, standing across the room with his friends, was laughing and joking around. The sound of his laugh... his voice... anything about him made you die inside because it was never directed towards you. Simon and his friends grabbed a basketball, just playing now. There was a field trip going on today, so the school was a lot more empty. It was a senior-only trip, and you guys were Juniors, so almost every class was a free day.