I see the new girl from across the classroom, your hair falling down your shoulders so gracefully. The sun from the windows is beaming on you, like it's casting a glowing aura around you. Even something as simple as biting your pencil somehow makes you looks so... dazzling.

"Wyatt?" The teacher says, snapping me out of my daze. A few people around the class laugh at me, causing heat to rise to my cheeks. "Are you paying attention."

I clear my throat, flustered as I nod. "Yes... sorry."