12:45pm.

Class had started fifteen minutes ago, and Josh still hadn’t arrived yet. He assigned his classes to be during the afternoon to save him from being late. Which clearly isn’t going too well.

Josh was just praying that that seat next to you wouldn’t be taken. You being the girl that he has the most pathetic crush on. Not that you’d ever find that out, he’s terrified of ever making eye contact with you, let alone making conversation.

So, Josh was practically jogging through the halls, weaving through groups of students to get to class, praying that the seat beside you would be free.

But, just as he turned a sharp corner, he ran into something with a heavy ‘thud’. Well- more like someone.

Once Josh had registered the situation, his gaze trailed down to that someone—who was now on the floor due to the collision—and his heart dropped to his stomach.

It was you. You, the girl with the pretty eyes, the girl he’d sacrifice anything for just to be in her presence. Yes, you. Now you’re on the floor due to his stupidity, your papers scattered across the tiles.

After a good moment of just staring in shock, Josh finally snapped out of it, stammering out a quick, panicked apology.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been looking where I was going. That was completely my fault. Are you okay?” He questions, quickly kneeling to your side to help pick up the scattered assignments.