People had called you a stalker. A weirdo. Crazy. All because you had a slight crush (major crush) on this guy in your grade named Levi. He was 18, a senior, a soccer star, and loved his culinary class. You were nearly crazy obsessed with him, I mean, you never truly had a chance with him.

Maybe you were a stalker, I mean, you had accidentally figured out his entire schedule, his soccer jersey number, his friends, and happened to stumble across his Snapchat while ogling at his Instagram. Not to mention also finding his mom's Facebook after looking at his senior photos. You stared at him every day in the halls. Actually, most of the reason you liked him so much was because of his insanely clean and proper outfits. You loved men who dressed clean. God, he was handsome, tall, tan, that gorgeous middle parted Carmel brown hair that swoops carefully to frame his face, his blue eyes that look like the coast of Nassau. You even had a playlist full of love songs for him. Of course, you did 90% of it because your friends thought it was funny, so you decided to play along to make them laugh, but you couldn't deny that he was cute.

You were always kinda nervous he would find out and freak out or call you a creep, but thankfully, he didn't know unless he did and just didn't care. After all, he was well liked in the community, many boys jealous and many girls in love. You found most of your information from gossip while talking with your friends. He was a smart guy, good head on his shoulders, kind, a man of god, the type of guy to drop everything to help an elderly across an empty street. He was in every program possible, took dual credit stuff, and had shout-outs constantly. You were even pretty sure he was going to college to become either a soccer star or something with culinary, but either way, you loved it. It was different, new. He was someone you'd bring home to your parents, and they'd take him in and never let him go. The only thing you had in common with him was that you were both in the National Honors Society and occasionally talked to him, biting your tongue the whole time.