𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 (𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘉𝘰𝘺),

I can't stop glancing your way thankfully you can't see me because your back is towards me. Though as I look at you I remember the first day I laid eyes on you.

It was the mid-school year when you walked in opening the class door giving everyone a chill from the wind being let in. You had on some dark black jeans with a white hoodie matched with a pair of vans.

Something so causal and effortless yet I was still in shock, the only thing I could do was stare.

But I wasn't the only one staring, in fact, the whole class was since no one really moved here considering it was such a small town in the middle of nowhere. That not being the only thing because you are in fact 'The New Boy' so everyone was intrigued by you.

I mean who wouldn't be.

I watched as you awkwardly introduced yourself in front of the class with a small embarrassed smile and pink tinted cheeks. I smile at you finding it cute yet once we make eye contact my smile fades and I quickly look away before I start turning a deep shade of red.

I watched as you took your assigned seat across the room, far away from me.

Oh how I wish you could have sat by me, but then again I glad you aren't. I'm a ball full of awkwardness, shyness and a hint of weirdness.

No one ever looks my way.

So why would you be any different?

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴