"Ok, take out your music sheets!" exclaimed Mr. Loomzie, our music teacher.
I took my sheet out and put it on my desk. When I looked up, Oliver was staring at me. We stared at each other for a long, long time. I noticed how beautiful and colorful his eyes were and how long his eyelashes seemed. He is just so handsome.
It's weird and I know it sounds cheesy, but I felt a connection between us. There was this sort of pressure. He was staring harder and harder. I felt like it was only the two of us. There was a sort of background sound, probably our classmates talking. But I could only see him, and I truly hoped that he could only see me.
At one point, I lowered my eyes. The pressure was too much for me. When I looked up again, a fraction of a second later, he was staring at Ana. She was royally ignoring him, but I couldn't help feeling jealous. I guess it didn't mean anything after all.

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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.