third || Perci
When you like someone, as in, like someone, you give them this look.
Not just any ordinary look, The Look, as I like to call it. I can't really explain it. It's something you can't really help.
Like for example, when you're in a room together (Not like that, you pervert. I meant in a room in public, like a classroom or something, jeeze) you can't help but look at them. You absolutely cannot take your eyes off of that particular person. You sneak as many glances as you can, without making it seem creepy. And sometimes, on really good times, you might even see them looking back at you.
And that, in my opinion, is the greatest butterflies-in-my-stomach trigger of all.
To see someone you like giving you The Look right back.
But now, as I stare mindlessly at his cheek, he doesn't give The Look anymore. Wait, actually, yes he does.
But not at me. At her.
I hate it.
As soon as the bell rings, I grab my stuff, push myself to my feet and painstakingly try not to run. Turning my back, I made my way to the door and bolt. I breathe when I finally get out.
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Author's Note: Hi to my classmates! (Even if I hate most of you lol just kiddin) c: I hope you all have your greatest summer yet~
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