Ur perfect to me <3

Unconvinced Abbylyne's P.O.V

I was always told that I was perfect and beautiful. Being the normal person I was, I would deny my "perfectness" and seem unconvinced.

I've always been asked out, but always rejected the boys, telling them I was waiting for the perfect one.
Charlotte, my best friend, smacked my shoulder into reality as someone walked into the class.

I stared at her with pain and she gestured towards the front of the class.

I looked up to see one of the cutest guys ever. We made eye contact and I blushed a dark crimson color.

"Class, this is Peyten Miller. He is new to this school so be nice and yeah," Mr.Lopez, our science teacher, said in monotone.

Peyten waved at us and waited for Mr.Lopez's further instructions. "Um. Peyten you can sit next to Abbylyne. Raise your hand honey," he said nicely.

I raised my hand blushing a bit because the strict science teacher called me "honey".

Peyten smiled at me and walked over to the empty seat next to mine. "Hi Abbylyne. I'm Peyten, but I'm guessing you know that," he said.

"Hi Peyten. I really love your smile it kills me inside. I want to hug you, but it would be awkward because we barely know each other," I thought.

But instead I said, "Hi Peyten. I'm Abbylyne and I have low self esteem."

He tried to look shocked and said, "But Abby, you're so beautiful and perfect. I love your smile and the glowing look you constantly have on your face so you shouldn't criticize yourself."

I was in a state of shock. Did he just say that? I was about to say something, but Mr.Lopez started teaching.

I suddenly felt beautiful. Peyten made me feel beautiful. Omg I already love him. I need him in my life. He's the Mr.Perfect that I was waiting for and now that I have him I can't let him go.

And one more thing. Did he just call me Abby? Nobody ever gives me nicknames. I'm always just Abbylyne, but I guess I could be his "Abby".