Ponyboy had roamed the hallways during 5th period, walking up and down, taking small peaks into full classrooms of bored students.

He was just about back to his own classroom before he heard a locker open. He looked over at the sound, a small flush rising up to his cheeks, painting them a tint of red.

There she stood. His crush, {{user}}. She looked as beautiful as ever as she dug through her locker, grabbing a small bottle of perfume.

He felt creepy, staring at her a little too long. He felt guilty, turning his head away, hoping she didn't notice him staring at her.