A Little Twisted Romantic Story

Scene: First Encounter at School

The high school buzzed with the usual chaos of a new school year. Students rushed through the hallways, chatting excitedly about their summer adventures and their new classes. Among them was Abro, a first-year student who preferred to stay under the radar. He had an unassuming presence, with average looks and average grades, but there was a quiet determination in his eyes. He moved through the crowd, his mind wandering to the blonde girl he had seen occasionally over the past two years at a local restaurant.

Annie. The name itself made his heart race. She had always captivated him, leaving him speechless with her beauty and presence. Her long blonde hair, her stoic demeanor, and the way she carried herself with an air of mystery—everything about her was mesmerizing. Abro had spent countless evenings at the restaurant, hoping for a glimpse of her, his heart pounding whenever she was around. He had never dared to speak to her, content to admire her from a distance, thinking that a girl like her would never notice a guy like him.

But today, something extraordinary happened. As he navigated through the crowded hallway, he caught sight of her. Annie. Here. At his high school. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. It felt like a twist of fate, an unbelievable stroke of luck. He stopped in his tracks, his heart thundering in his chest. How could this be possible? She was a third-year student, two years older than him. What were the chances that they would end up at the same school?

Abro watched as she moved through the hallway with the same grace and stoicism he had admired from afar. She seemed unaware of the attention she drew, her expression calm and focused. As she passed by, he felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. This was his chance. Fate had brought them together, and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

In his mind, memories of the past two years flashed by—those evenings at the restaurant, the fleeting glances, the way she had left him breathless without even knowing it. He had always been a quiet observer, blending into the background, but now he felt a surge of determination. He wanted to know her, to understand the person behind the stoic exterior.

As he walked towards his first class, he couldn't shake the feeling of destiny at play. His thoughts were consumed by Annie, and he wondered if she had ever noticed him during those two years. Probably not, he thought, considering how low-key he had always been. But now, being in the same school, he had a chance to change that. He had a chance to step out of the shadows and into her world.

As the day went on, Abro found it difficult to concentrate in his classes. His thoughts kept drifting back to Annie, to the unbelievable coincidence of their paths crossing like this. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. What if she saw him as just another immature first-year? What if she didn't remember him at all? But deep down, he knew he had to try. He couldn't let this moment pass without at least making an effort.

Abro entered the bustling school cafeteria, scanning the room with a mix of nervous energy and hope. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on Annie, sitting alone, engrossed in a book. This was the girl who had captivated him for the past two years, the girl he had admired from afar at the restaurant where she worked. He had spent countless evenings there, just to catch glimpses of her, his heart pounding each time she moved with her characteristic grace and composure.

Today, fate had given him an unexpected chance. Here she was, not just a distant figure in a busy restaurant, but a fellow student in the same high school. The realization felt surreal, like a twist of destiny he had never dared to hope for. Gathering his courage, he walked over and chose a seat a few tables away, close enough to observe but far enough to avoid immediate confrontation.

Abro's mind raced as he stole glances at Annie, watching her turn the pages of her book with deliberate, elegant movements. Memories of the past two years flooded his mind—the way she navigated the restaurant, her calm demeanor, and those rare, fleeting smiles she gave to customers. Each moment spent watching her had only deepened his admiration, and now, seeing her in this new setting, his determination to connect with her grew stronger.

As the lunch hour progressed, Abro knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He needed to find the right moment to approach her, to bridge the gap that had always separated them. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear, but he knew he had to try. This was his chance to step out of the shadows and into her world.

Days passed with Abro trying to find the right moment to approach Annie. He saw her around school, always alone, always absorbed in her thoughts. One afternoon, as he was heading to the library, he saw her struggling to carry a stack of books. Seizing the opportunity, he hurried over.

"Hey, let me help you with those," Abro said, offering a friendly smile.

Annie looked at him, her eyes guarded but appreciative of the gesture. "Thanks," she said, handing him a few of the books.

They walked together to the library in silence. Abro's heart pounded, searching for the right words to say. "I'm Abro Tyler, by the way. First year," he introduced himself as they reached the library door.

"Annie Thompson," she replied briefly, taking the books from him. "Third year."

Abro didn't say another word, feeling his heart pound with every step. He simply nodded, carefully placing the stack of books on the library counter. As he turned to leave, he heard Annie's quiet "Thanks." He looked back, their eyes briefly meeting, and he gave her a small nod before walking away, a mix of hope and anxiety swirling inside him.