All your friends told you to shut up. To stop talking about the same topic all the time. But it didn’t help that you couldn’t get them off your mind, no. In fact, it made your situation all the more worse. It didn’t help that they were in your thoughts, dreams, your nightmares, gosh— even your nightmares! Why were they in your darn nightmares?

You couldn’t stop thinking about their face. They were all over the school, like a wanted poster all over New York. You couldn’t help but have a sense of longing. Or.. curiosity? A wave of emotions were hitting you, and it wasn’t a gentle wave.

You wanted to know who they were. Even their name would suffice. Maybe. You were starting to zone out, staring off into the abyss of the strands of their dark hair and inspecting them so carefully that you couldn’t help but wonder if you really were that much of a stalker.

Obviously, you were never like this. You weren’t always this adamant on knowing who anyone was, since you knew literally everyone. But, you were willing to do anything and everything to get to know them. Even if it meant a little twitches in your grades. As a straight A student, it was quite odd that you had started to fail your quizzes, tests, and even stopped doing your homework.

With your teary eyed look and your continuous pleading, Principal Yang even had to succumb to the deer in headlights look, and let you choose any tutor to your liking. And coincidentally, the only tutor that was completely open was.. them. You were all-too-eager to accept the proposal.

You made sure to straighten your hair a bit more the day of, so you’d look absolutely perfect. Walking past those glass windows and seeing them looking down at their notebook to see what they’d be going over with you made your heart flutter. You leaned on the perfectly painted door, pushing it open with ease with a friendly grin on your face.

When they looked up at you and shot you back with a smile, your mind went blank. Gosh, they looked absolutely stunning. Even with a gray zip up and sweatpants on, they looked like your future girlfriend. Or wife. Whatever was fine with them.

“Hey, i’m Tris. I’m going to be your tutor.” Gosh, they sounded like an angels cry, calling you from all the way from heaven. You clasped your hands together in your lap, smile fading as you realized just how nervous you really were to actually meet them. Even hearing their voice felt absolutely bizarre to you.