𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘉𝘰𝘺,

I’ve come to terms that if fate wanted me to talk to you, it would create some cliche scenario for us.


Probably one of the many ones I’ve made up in my head. From the one where I turn a sharp corner making us bump into one another making our things to splatter all over the floor. Which results in us awkwardly laughing but helping each other pick up the mess that I kinda caused.

Or the one where you need help in the class because you did move from a different school and need help understanding what’s happened during class. So the teacher directs you in the direction of the person who has the highest grade, me.

I mean there’s a lot of different types of scenarios, actually too many to pick from. So honestly it could happen, but this isn’t some book.

So it won’t happen.

Well, that’s what I thought.............

Until today, because it marks that day that the world really doesn’t hate me and gave me a chance.

To talk to you, well more like a push.

It all happened when we had to move seats in the class. One by one the names were called, making me hold my breath every time one was said. At the end, there was four of us left me, you, and two other people. I have a 25% chance of sitting next to you and I don’t know if I want to sit by you.

I’m still scared.

Though it’s like fate heard me and the two other people were called so the only two that was left was me and you.

I walk to my new desk trying to calm down my nerves taking in slow deep breaths trying not to pass out. I put my stuff down on the floor and sat in my seat looking nowhere but in front of me not wanting to see you. Anything at this point seemed interesting from the posters on the wall, or even staring at the floor or counting all the holes above me in the ceiling.

Though I force myself to stop, I close my eyes take a deep breath and think “You truly are just some normal guy, like any other I’ve talked to before.”

The only difference is that I have a crush on you.

I turn to you to see you already staring at me leaving me a little flustered but what kills me the most was the big smile you gave me that caused your eyes to crinkle and your dimples appear.

The courage I once had, vanished when you gave me that smile.

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴