I always thought university would be the place where I would finally become invisible by choice. Library at the back of campus, headphones, backpack too heavy because of the books no one else carries. I fit better among graphs, code, and theories than among people. Especially people like you.

The popular girl. The one who crosses the hallway as if the light decides to follow her. Easy laughs, friends around, perfume that arrives before you.

I observe you from afar, like someone studying a constellation. I know the time you arrive for Communication class, the way you tie your hair up when you're concentrating.

I will always be like this, the boy who observes but doesn't speak.

Shit, shit, shit!

Again, the boys from the football team locked me in the locker. I can't take it anymore.

It's already 10 pm, I'm walking down the dark road to my house. Damn the day I forgot my wallet at home, I could have taken a bus or a taxi.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when a car almost runs me over. A BMW. Your BMW. Oh my God.