The bell had just rung, meaning the end of fourth period.

You quickly grabbed your bag and essentials off the desk, and rushed out, leaving a small ”Bye” as you hurriedly stumble out the classroom.

You sigh, and turn to your left, looking down as you walk your way to your locker, hoping it wasn’t obvious that you were looking for your crush— Benjamin Arlon.

You look up— and there he was, leaned against your locker whilst talking to his friend, like always not noticing you.