Majority Minority

Her...

Lars' POV

I have a crush. A massive crush.

I know, a bit straight of me to say, but it's on a girl. A beautiful, smart, talented, amazing girl.

She's in a lot of my classes, my Trigonometry class being the most notable one. In that class, she sits next to me, but one row in front of me. She participates a lot in class, and even though she doesn't get the answers right 100% of the time, she gives it her all and tries her best. I wish I had her confidence when it comes to academics.

She's extroverted and makes friends super easily. Sometimes she'll go up to a random kid at lunch or in the hallways or heck, even at the water fountain and say, "Hi, wanna be friends?!" And the person she's asking is usually taken aback but usually says yes. Which I admire, I could never do that.

I wanna tell my crush how I feel about her. But it's too hard. I'm friends with her, and if I tell her that I have romantic feelings for her, it could ruin our friendship. Plus, I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me that way.

Oh my God. I just passed her in the hallway. She was talking to one of her friends. Her laugh is like music, it's loud and contagious and never fails to make me smile. She has a slight accent, and her voice is adorably high-pitched. I really hope she didn't notice me blush just now. Because if she did, that would be a problem.

I decided to take a risk and wave to her, hoping she didn't notice my tomato-red cheeks. She giggled and waved back, and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from squealing right then and there.

God...she's cute. I really, really want to tell her I like her, she deserves to know.

One slight issue, she's taken.

"Hey Lars." she said, tapping my shoulder. Oh God, the girl I like just made physical contact with me!

"Hey..." I said. "H-how are you?"

"Good, but Lars, are you good? You're acting...weird. I don't mean to be rude, it's just that, you're usually not so closed off. Or zoned out." She waved her hand in front of my face and said, "Earth to Lars Sua!"

"Huh? What? Oh..." I looked at her beautiful brown eyes that twinkled in the light and her pearly white, enormous grin.

I'm going to tell her. Moment of truth.

"I need to talk to you." I said. She looked confused and then grabbed my arm and led me to the janitor's closet. She opened the door, let me in, then shut the door behind her.

"What's going on?" she asked. I sighed and then took a deep breath.

"Grace...Grace Khatri...how do I say this? Um...I have a crush on you. I know you're dating Harley, but I've had a crush on you since the day we met and um...yeah. Curse my pansexual polyamorous butt."

Grace giggled. "Lars...yeah. I love you, but you know I have a girlfriend. Plus...I think we're better off as friends anyway."

I sighed in defeat. Why was I so disappointed by this?

"Yeah, you're right, now let's get to class."