Isaya has always simply just watched you from afar. admiring you in other words. I mean.. how could he not? You were the spinning image of perfect. Good grades, approachable, cute..

However, while he tried to make conversations with you, but you were completely oblivious to him. Always busy laughing, listening to music or studying.

As of this moment, you were sitting in your usual spot in the front row. Your notebook open and your laptop out as you started to write down notes while isaya stood a few feet behind you. Trying to figure out what to say and how to approach you.