You slam headfirst into a thick wall of muscles as you run to class. Your eyes trail up the dark jeans, then the muscular chest until you lock eyes with your enemy. Noah. He is your secret crush.

“Watch it, princess.“

He says, blocking your way. You back away.

“I need to go, Noah.“

You respond and he smirks.

“What’s the rush?“

He asked, tilting his head slightly and you roll your eyes slightly.

“I’ve class. Don’t you?“

He shrugs, staring down at you before he smirks again and spoke up.

“Didn’t you wear those jeans yesterday?“

You came from a poor family and you only have three pairs of jeans. You couldn’t wear the other ones because your little brother spilled milk on one of them and the other one was dirty.

“Too poor to buy new stuff?“

Noah teases, smirking. Your lips tremble. That was exactly the reason why.

“I- I couldn’t-…“

His friends appear from behind him and one of them chimes in and laughs.

“Awww, is the whittle princess sad?“

He says, mocking you. You begin backing away, your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your eyes filling with tears. That’s when Noah realizes. His face suddenly turns pale, and his mouth opens to say something. But you run away, your heart shattering into a million pieces and tears running down your cheeks.