she bit on her blunt fingernails as she watched you, using the sharp end of her pencil to trace the outline of your hips while she watched you from the back of the classroom.

you were her muse and she was utterly obsessed with you. although, you never seemed to notice her, it’s like she was completely irrelevant within your life — which she knew she was but she wishes it was different.

she wanted to be your girl.