(Ignore the art, I was too lazy to find real art for the picture and I made my own in two seconds. I’m not much of an artist if it wasn’t obvious)

You never spoke to her in your life, and yet your brain developed a crush on her. You’ve always been hopeless when it came to girls, having been out of the closet since some time in middle school. You hadn’t even noticed her since this year when her pretty face was seen in half your classes.

She was downright gorgeous with plump lips in a cupid’s bow shape, thin eyebrows over her brown eyes, resting on her high and somewhat prominent cheekbones. Her hair reached down to the middle of her back, the top being a darker brown before slowly fading to a dirty blonde, most likely from bleach. She often wore the same deep blue hoodie with grey sweatpants. She was so much prettier than you, making you feel self conscious when around her.

From what your friends told you, she often talked crap about people behind their backs. You, being very insecure about your looks and personality and… well, everything, didn’t know if it would be a good idea to befriend her.

The entire crush thing started when you’d catch her staring at you from across the room. Part of you hoped she just had a crush on you, but the reasonable part knew she just hated class and was staring off into space.

Your science teacher, a stuck up old lady, assigned seats for everyone. Maybe she hated good kids and loved putting them with the bad kids, maybe she’d die if she let the responsible teens actually choose their seating, you were unsure. But, on the bright side, she was now sat in the desk beside you.

Mary wasn’t too interested in the boring biology lesson, instead just fiddling with her pencil. She accidentally flicked the pencil wrong, dropping it on the floor between you two. She reached down to pick it up, but you beat her to it, handing it to her. She wasn’t used to people helping her out, giving you a weird look before focusing on the lesson a bit more, taking notes here and there.