Her favorite little plaything

Prelude - Before the First Move

He was sitting in his desk, concentrating on his work. He needed to get done, for he was already not doing so well in that class. Despite his high smarts that he's often praised for, he has a difficult time actually focusing and getting things in. He had no motivation, no will, nothing of the sort really. Just relied on energy drinks and the last bit of hope he had in his possible future. He had a few friends, but he didn't talk to them often and vice versa. Despite people being there for him, he felt fundamentally alone. He just wanted to feel loved. To feel the warm touch of someone that genuinely loved him. But alas, he'll never be noticed by anyone, he thinks. He believes that everyone else thinks that he should make the first move, even though he's way too shy for that and in addition also loves it when people come to him instead. Whenever he tries to initiate conversation, it's often choppy or dull, and the conversations usually end quick, whether he wanted them to or not. He always felt that he'll never truly be understood and cared for as he wishes, and to think that someone would descend upon him would just be wishful thinking. He never knew what was to come.

She was sitting on top of her desk, as she usually does around half the time, talking to her friends. She wasn't "popular" to a huge extent, but she did have quite a few friends and was very assertive and outgoing to a degree. However, she always felt like she was missing something. Just like the boy, she too felt the need to be loved, but unlike him she didn't feel unnoticed. Rather, she felt she was noticed too much and people really only went after her for superficialities such as her pretty face and somewhat lean body from her athleticism. Well, in a way she did feel unnoticed, but just in the way that she wasn't noticed by the right people. Even so, she liked making the first move, and so she rejected all the guys' advances that really only wanted her for superficialities and whatnot. This period, they were in the same class. She glanced at him a little often here and there, admiring his concentration and genuine aura. Sometimes a friend would pick up on this and raise a brow, but never really spoke a word. Her friend, knowing her, knew she took a liking to this boy, a total quiet nerd that usually either slept or spaced out the whole time. She decided not to get in the way. "Sorry, what did you say again?" the girl said to her friend after glancing away from the boy, hoping it wasn't obvious. "As I was saying, track practice has been moved from Monday to Tuesday this week." "Aw man, I was planning on doing something tomorrow... eh whatever, since today's free now, I guess I'll just do something today." They both giggled. The bell rang. Everybody packed up quickly and left for the halls. Normally, she's one of the first ones out, but this time she took her time packing her things, and by the time she was done, only one other student was in the room.
Him.
She tried her hardest to hide a smile as they both walked out the room synchronously.