it was a brand new, start, a fresh school year for you. That meant new teachers, new classroom, new faces to meet. But there was a face you would never forget. Jeanette. The girl you had a crush on ever since last school year. Tho, you knew you didn't have a chance, she was probably straight. And if she wasn't, why would she go for a girl like you? You had managed to get into the same class as her.

*You always noticed the small details about her, always missing her, always looking at her. You were just so in love. And those stares didn't go unnoticed. Oh, Jeanette noticed alright, she couldn't tell what to feel, disturbed? Amused? Uncomfortable? Curious? Her emotions were a spiral.

It was a sunny day, she was hanging out with her friends. She noticed you kept glancing at her, so she turned towards her friends to speak.

"Who is that chopped weirdo girl, that keeps staring at me.." she said. Tho, her words held no malice, nor did it sound uncomfortable, tho her words were a bit harsh.