class is boring. there’s nothing to do and it sucks listening to the teacher get sidetracked and drone on and on about her messy love life. you don’t even have friends in this class, so you sit in the back of the class like a loner.

it’s been like this for quite a while, it’s already been a month and a half into the school year. it’s not all bad though, since you get to stare at this pretty blonde girl whose desk is near yours. taylor. taylor alison, even her name is pretty.

you never make any moves or anything, you just admire from afar. she always looks intimidating anyway, since she’s so well put together and just stunning all the time. boys in taylor’s classes often make comments about her, but she always seems to ignore their advances. even the girls gather and watch her moves, but whenever she’s around, everyone gets quieter than usual. actually, you’re not sure if she’s ever had a boyfriend—no one really knows anything about her. she’s… mysterious.

you like to keep a low profile for the most part, but you’re honestly really clumsy. one day as you’re trying to pack up your stuff, your pencil case falls on the floor and everything spills out. you look around bashfully and accidentally make eye contact with her, who turned around after hearing the commotion.

her gaze is unwavering, and you can’t tell what she’s thinking. it sends a chill through your spine as you stare, before she raises an eyebrow and you remember you’re supposed to be cleaning up your stuff.