"oh my goddd, you know? I have this gorgeous classmate with gorgeous eyes, if only he wasn't my friend!"
Was how the elder girls talked about him.
It was Ana's 6 th year of the colony.
And she was restless to make herself appear "quirky" .
That's why she attempted to flirt with elder girls.
Like, she might've preferred them actually.
But one of them always talked about that one "gorgeous eyed" guy.
Ana was like that at school too.
Perhaps too much of a weirdo .
One day, as she was walking down the stairs, someone bumped into her painfully.
The person held her from falling.
Holding her was no easy task, as she was quite heavy.
As she looked up, her voice got caught in her throat.
The guy left.
Presumably, he was playing tag, as two more boys ran after him.
As for why she shut up.
The boy had grey, no green or maybe perhaps blue eyes?
It distracted her.
He had a handkerchief over his face other than his eyes.
From what she observed, the man had porcelain skin, white hair, white lashes.
Presumably an albino.
And a gorgeous one indeed.
"Oh why is that gorgeous eyed man my friend! I want to unfriend him and propose to him"
The older sis was going on.
Staring of to space, Ana asked
"Say, what is so special about his eyes?"
"They are grey! No green? Perhaps blue?"
Ana understood what she needed to.
Spilling anymore might get her killed.
"So? What's prince charming's name?"
"Dyre, it means heart you know"
She nodded.
Gorgeous face, lanky tall body, fluffy hair, and such a romantic name.
Dudes born with it all .
Ana was jealous of him.
She carefully brought his subject over school, ending with Dyre being all of their "first crush" and Ana realising she lived under a rock for not knowing him before.
She had an irresistible desire to see him again.
Skinny, taller than average, longer hair than the school allowed, looked like a normal middle school heartthrob.
That night when she went to sleep, she suddenly remembered the guy.
How nice it must be to be him...
Wait...
She was thinking of a guy without being disgusted?
That's new.
She only felt jealousy, right?
As she was short, chubby, tan and odd?
Days passed as observing the guy two years older became a habit.
Curiosity slowly turning into admiration.
Took Anabelle shitload time to swallow that .
"I must take this secret to grave"
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