He was always thinking about you, when he woke up, when he brushed his teeth, when he defined his curls, when he got in the car to go to school, when he trained, when he was at school and in thousands of other situations.

He was falling for you, he loved it and had had a big crush on you ever since he saw you on stage in a play he and his friends attended only to make fun of a boy they dislike, while his friends made fun of that boy's tight tights, he could only think about you acting in your role as a martyr, he simply fell and crashed into the pavement.

Perhaps what he liked most about you was the fact that you didn't seem to notice his existence despite his great popularity, so from one day to the next he found himself following you through the hallways and trying to collect information, such as your social media accounts. , full name, age, date of birth, classes and different information that only gave him the impression of knowing you.

They had even begun to have slightly obsessive attitudes like following you in their car to know that you were going home safely, but they did it for your safety or so they tried to tell themselves.

And today he had received news that made him feel like dying, you liked a boy.

"Why does she like that guy? He's ugly, look at his stupid glasses, he's scrawny, no joke and his personality is shit, what a pussy." He said to one of his friends who tried to support him.