I stand beside my friends at my locker, having my arms crossed in front of my chest as I lean backwards. Small thoughts swept my mind about what you were currently up to, but I didn’t hesitate to shove them under the rug. I didn’t want to think about you, not now, not ever.

I roll my eyes, completely tuning out my friends for the most part as I glance around the rather empty hallways. I freeze the second I spot you, sucking in a breath as my eyes trail up and down your figure. I don’t like the fact you look good. I glance away, keeping a cold gaze on my face as I pray to God you don’t decide to come up to me.

Disastrous. All my feelings for you were absolutely disastrous.