Us In That Picture

The heart yearns. (For what it can't have.)

Ophelia
"Please, just take a moment to glance at me, to see the hearts in my eyes."
When I first met Yanira. Gods... I can't even think of her name without getting goosebumps. That damn girl had slithered her way into my mind as soon as I saw her. Her pink hair could attract a hoard. Her damn blue eyes, curse those eyes that could get me on my knees.
I had made sure that no one sat next to me that day. Just so she could sit next to me. I noticed after she settled next to me, she pulled out a book from her bag. Huh. So she was a book girly? Interesting. I wonder what type of books she read. Maybe romance? thriller? Romantasy? I wonder if she likes sweets, I mean, she looks sweet. I just want to know more stuff about her. I want to know her.
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After she took her usual seat next to me today, I greeted her like usual.
Took the normal 30 seconds to admire her as usual.
But that admiration was cut short when that stupid boy came running over. Ugh. What does he want now? He doesn't deserve to talk to Yanira. Not to mention the fact he likes to call her 'YanYan' which I know pisses her off. She was never a fan of that nickname. I know that. I know almost everything about her. "Hey YanYan!" the boy, Malcom, says.
Yanira scrunches her nose up in what I can tell is disgust. See? "Hey Malcom!" Yanira greets anyway. She's acting too polite. Maybe I should backhand the boy now. Better safe than sorry right?
They continue their conversation. And I suddenly begin to wonder if Yanira likes him. She's never had a crush before, not that she's ever told me. But that's how I know she never had one! And now, if she's to like this guy, a guy who probably only likes the chase and challenge Yanira can give, would be outrageous. Like, come on. I'm sitting right here. Right here!
No one deserves Yanira, I probably don't deserve her too. But you can call me selfish, cause I want her anyway.