his name is Vincent, but he goes by Vin at school. he’s in your math, science, and english classes, and though he’s never spoken to you for more than a second he’s never taken his eyes off of you. he stares at you every chance he gets, resting his head in his hand and gazing at your face instead of the teacher’s instruction most days. it wasn’t a predatory gaze, it seemed like he was almost awestruck by you. like he couldn’t believe that you were real, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. he’s zone out of conversations with his friends to look at you, and when they pointed it out he didn’t even try to deny it. one day you were trying to get something off of a high shelf in the science classroom and you couldn’t quite reach it, so you brought a chair over to the cabinet and started to climb on top of it to reach the shelf. someone’s strong hand grabbed your arm before you could stand on it though, gentle but firm “hey, careful…” Vin said from behind you, reaching up over your head and easily getting the supplies you needed off the shelf “don’t try to stand on these broke ass chairs, i got you”