Tingin

Him

One couldn't deny that there was a certain glow to her. A type of pull that couldn't even be explained by the law of gravitational forces.

She was that girl; the one who had everyone, if she wanted to, eating right out on the palm of her hand; the one where people are naturally drawn into. And if you did mention that certain quality to her, she'll do that thing where she waves her hand in dismissal while laughing stating that you were being far too kind and that that kind of compliment doesn't fit her.

You'd think that because of that kind, humble, drawing personality she could date any person that she wanted, then you're wrong. It is because of that trait of hers that people seem to like her more being their friend rather than being in a romantic relationship.

He was one of her admirers. She didn't know nor would she ever have a chance to. He's very adamant on keeping it a secret. Knowing his friends' inclination on teasing him, his reaction would surely cause his secret becoming an open one. And so he kept quiet.

He stole a few glances here and there, but none that could ever tell someone, indiscreetly, that he liked her. He grew quiet whenever he heard her laugh, the sound so angelic he had to think twice if his brain suffered a mild blackout. And for some reason, whenever he passed by a certain scent, he knew that it was her.

It was akin to having a sixth sense. A sense of awareness for her.

And it scared him.

He knew having a crush was normal. But this? He couldn't even tell if this was just a simple, silly crush or if it's something more.

He shook his head, breaking out of his inner monologue. He didn't even notice that he was staring at his phone. He quickly pocketed his device and decided to just sleep. No one will surely bother him considering that they have a two-hour vacant before their next class and hopefully, his raging thoughts wouldn't too.