The first time we had met was not of coincidence. It was because of me.
A month had passed of our junior year. We only had one class together, math. I was assigned to a seat in the back of the class. Next to a "fuckboy", or so he thought he was. Lets just say that he annoyed the living shit out of me. To be completely honest, we never really spoke. But his presence was simply poison to me. Mean? I know. I wasn't usually like that. but something about him just drove me crazy, and not in the good way. But one day everything was different. One day I noticed a boy in the front of the class. No one sat beside him. Ever. And yet after a week after noticing him I had never heard his voice nor see his face. The only sight I had of him was his back, which was usually covered by a dark shirt, and his brown short and wavy yet curly at the end hair. And even though I had yet to even know his name, I already wanted to know everything about him. His likes, dislikes, simply everything. It wasn't an obsession. It was curiosity. His presence intrigued me, and to this day, I still don't understand why.
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His eyes
أدب الهواة"I'm sorry, but we're over" I told him while looking down at my shoes. After a few seconds had passed, and he had yet to speak, I brought my head up to see if he had been listening. When I looked into the familiar striking green eyes, they had alrea...
