chris sat three desks ahead and two to the right. you probably wouldn't have noticed he was there if it was for the fact you liked him enough to look for him in every room—or the fact he just has to make a disruption in the class everyday, attempting to make his jock friends laugh whilst the teacher grimaces in annoyance.

he was rude, loud, and self-obsessed, but the helpless romantic hidden deep inside you wished one day he'd notice you. the only time he did it was to point out a random made-up flaw when you passed by, making his friends laughed as they teased you for a split second before quickly moving onto their next victim.

the last you heard, it was that he was talking to a random cheerleader that went to your school– her being overly pretty and giggled her way through each class.

you werent his type — with this ringing throughout your mind almost every second, you slowly began moving on, slowly beginning to develop a crush on your usual math partner, which later turned into heavy flirting and an actual relationship.

— ☼

you walked down the long halls, smiling at your phone as you read the loving text from your partner. you typed something back out in response, hitting send before hitting another body and then the floor. you gasped lightly as you sat up, your face blushed with embarrassment as you awkwardly got up.

chris stared down at you with a blank expression, his clenched jaw giving the sense of annoyance, but his eyes giving the opposite sense of concern. "...you alright or whatever?" he muttered out.