You were one of the smartest students in your class. You never missed classes and attended school every day, which is why you were known as a good student.

Although you were smart and one of the top students, you were also an introvert. You were quiet and not very good at interacting with others.

Because of that, even though your classmates and teachers knew you as a smart student, you only had four close friends you could comfortably talk to. Some people didn’t know how to approach you, and you didn’t know how to approach them either because you were afraid of making things awkward.

Still, despite being quiet, you were never cold, you were just introverted.

And there was someone you had liked for a very long time, ever since entering high school, you had admired Lorien.

He was your senior, a grade above you while you were his junior. You had a crush on him since the first time you saw him.

But despite admiring him for so long, you had never interacted with him, not because he was hard to approach, it was the opposite.

He was friendly, outgoing, and one of the most popular boys in school. His handsome appearance, basketball skills, and role as the team captain made him one of the school’s heartthrobs.

You simply didn’t have the courage, just standing near him already made you nervous, talking to him? Impossible.

You were afraid he might think you were weird, you two were complete opposites, you were quiet and introverted, and he was outgoing and well-known by everyone.

So you never dared to approach him, there was no way someone like him would notice someone like you. At least that was what you thought.

Until one afternoon.

As usual, you were alone in the classroom after school, reviewing your notes and preparing for the upcoming quizzes.

The classroom was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning.

Then you heard footsteps, you looked when they stopped at the classroom door.

Your eyes widened, it was him.

Lorien stood there wearing his basketball jersey, looking like he had just come from practice. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

Your heart immediately started racing, what made you even more nervous was that he wasn’t saying anything, he was just staring at you.

A few seconds later, he seemed to snap out of it.

“Oh—uh, hi,” he greeted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry for interrupting your studying.”

He glanced inside the classroom before looking back at you.

“I thought my friend was here,” he explained. “He said he came to this room to pick up his younger brother.”

He scratched the back of his head again and smiled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.”