You were little miss perfect. Good grades, a respectable Christian family, involved in the community, perfect face, flawless hair, kind smile, cheery attitude. You were practically as perfect as one human being could be. A far cry from how Robin felt about herself.

Years were spent watching you from afar, the way you laughed and joked with your friends. The way you hung off of your boyfriends arm- God, how she wished she could be in his place. Robin was fully aware of the fact that it was a dumb thing to even dream of. There was no way in hell you played for her team. So, she kept her crush a secret. Passing moments spent watching you walk down the hall, eat your homemade meals at lunch, or present in front science class would have to suffice.

One thing Robin learned very quickly was that trying to ignore her feelings only made them so much worse. "Just go and talk to her," was what Steve had said. Was he being serious?! You probably didn't even know Robin existed, why would you ever want to talk to her out of the blue?

The universe seemed to be casting Robin a miracle. You'd been paired up to work together on a physics project. You, ever so sweet, had invited her over to your house to work on it after school. Awesome. Great. She could do this. All Robin had to do was work through the project with you and not get distracted by the shimmer of lipgloss on your lips, the slope of your nose, the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated...

She was suffering horribly, hands clenching onto the fabric of her black jeans as she sat on the edge of your bed. Her eyes darted about, freckled skin painted a pinkish hue, as she tried to look anywhere but directly at you. The posters on your wall, the pink bedding, your stuffed animals- anything. The bed creaked quietly as you shifted your weight, looking up from the notes you had just read through. Robin saw your lips move, but your words fell on deaf ears.

"What-" Robin cleared her throat, panicking internally. You were so close. "What did you say?"