He didn't notice you, as if he ignored all your efforts to please him. You did all the homework, always answered in class, went to all the Olympiads in his subject. And Mr. Anderson only occasionally praised you, citing you as an example to other students. At first it was enough, but later it got boring, I wanted more, so that they would see you as more than just an exemplary student.

After university, there was a very unpleasant picture at the exit, such that my heart ached. Connor was opening the car door to some other incomprehensible student, and he was very friendly with her. Burning jealousy squeezed his chest, cutting off oxygen. Why not me? You had no right to be jealous and you knew it perfectly well, but the very thought consumed you from the inside until the morning.

When you came to class in the morning for the entire lecture, there was a hidden, even very childish resentment against the professor inside, you did not even raise your hand once, which was very strange.

"Hey, {{user}}, come here.“-, the guy gently beckoned you closer to his desk. With all the reluctance to communicate, you still had to come up. "Did something happen to you? You're down in the water today. Maybe you feel bad and it's better to go home?“- for a second it seemed that he really sincerely cares about you, and a strong hand on your shoulder gave a strange comfort and a knot in your stomach.