I can still remember the first time I saw him. I was new to the school, and I did not know where the classroom was. I was in a panic, but I'm very shy, so I did not dare to ask anyone. And then I bumped into him. The first thing I noticed were his beautiful blue eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I did not see you..." I said shyly. He smiled. "It's okay. You look stressed out, what is it?" I sighed and looked at the ground. "I'm new, and I do not know where my classroom is..." I said almost inaudibly. "What grade are you in?" He asked. "the 10th grade." I said, and I looked at him. He looked so relaxed... "oh , that's my class! Come with me, I know where to go." he said. I nodded, and followed him to the classroom.
We moved to the second floor, and it appeared that we had to be in classroom number 109. He opened the door, and a whole classroom full of curious teenagers looked at us. "Sorry, Professor, we did not know in which classroom we needed to be." the boy apologized. The teacher looked at us with an impatient look and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Sit down." he said. I chose a place at the back of the classroom, and the boy sat down next to another boy. There was no one next to me. Everybody still looked at me. I felt very uncomfortable, and I wish I could just disappear, or sink into the ground or something. "Who are you?" asked a girl with blonde curls that sat in front of me. "I-I am Lola..." I said uncertainly. The girl smiled. "nice to meet you, Lola. I'm Ginny by the way." she said. I smiled back at her. "Ginny, stop talking." the teacher commanded. Ginny sighed and turned back uninterested.
That was one year ago. So, it was one year ago that i fell in love with "that guy". His name is Ash. He's still in my class after a year, and yup, i still love him. But he doesn't love me. I'm sure of that. He doesn't fall for girls like me. I don't even think that he knows who i really am... well yeah, he sure knows my name, i'm in his class after all, but that's all he knows i guess... But i know everything about him. Really, everything. you can call me a stalker, because that's just what i am.
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Teen FictionYou know, i'm the one in the back of the class. I'm pretty shy, but that's how i've always been. I was always the one that used to sit down, listening. I didn't count at all. But i didn't care about that. Until i met this guy. And then my whole worl...