I was a fire

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There he is. Dan Howell. The most attractive guy in school. Literally ever girl gawks at him as he steps into home room, including you.

It's strange because he isn't popular, kind of a geek actually, but for some reason, ever girl wants to get with him. Most try to talk to him or get his attention but you're the complete opposite.

You watch from a distance as he writes his notes or reads his book. He's a beautiful creature, really, but you believe that a lot of his beauty is taken for granted by horny girls who don't know what they want in life.

The bell rings signaling class to start. Dan sits in the row beside you, one seat up. You have a clear shot of his left side. His most beautiful side to be exact.

You can't help but stare at him as the teacher talks about the Cold War. Or at least you think that's what she's talking about. His hair is so perfectly swept to the side and layered on top. He cut it last semester and it honestly looks so much better than before.

Your eyes drop down to his body. He has a really nice body. Tight skinny jeans seems to be his go-to thing. You like them because it brings out the definition in his calfs and also radiates how tall he is.

Another reason why girls love him. He's 6"3'. Another reason why you love him too.

You stumbled by his lovely self once when he was fixing his shirt and you accidentally saw his collar bones and almost some nipple. It was a glorious day.

But now, sitting in homeroom, it feels as if you're the only two their.

Suddenly, though, Dan shifts his body and catches your glance. You quickly advert your gaze back to your paper. When you feel like the coast is clear, you look back up.

He apparently does the same and it's as if you're in a staring war with him. This continues for the rest of the class period until the bell rings.

Afraid of getting caught at the door and having to explain yourself, you pack your things like lightening and leave the room.

Lunch time.

The library is the only friend you know. Books are your family pretty much. Along with your sketch pad.

Your hang out zone is a nifty little spot in the back of the library that you discovered fairly recently. It's quiet and nice and not a lot of people go near it.

It's the perfect place to study and or rethink your day. You still can't believe that Dan had caught you staring at him. And then fact that he kept staring back was unbelievable.

Just then you hear the sound of wood skidding along carpet and look up. There in front of you is the man himself. How did he find you? Where did he come from? You don't know what to say. You're lost for words.

His dimples shine through his cheeks as he looks at you. "Hello." He starts. You want to say hi back but literally everything in you has decided to stop functioning properly.

"I know that you know that I caught you looking at me in class today and I wanted to know why." You like how he's being casual about it and not awkward. Unlike you.

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