Fallen (One-shot)

Fallen (A One-shot Story)

"Love is merely a... madness"

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Every math class he sits next to me. Alfred Felton. The absolutely stunning guy with short and slightly curly, dark brown hair. Even though I have never had the privilege of admiring his eyes up-close I can tell that they have an ocean blue shade. A pattern of freckles spreads from his straight nose to his sharp cheekbones. And those lips. If only I could kiss those plump pink lips. Every time he walks into class I'm astonished by the height of his lanky figure. He must be at least 190 centimeters tall.

It might seem silly that I have a huge crush on him - I might even be in love at this point - even though I have never talked to him. The thing is, it just feels like I know him. I believe that the two of us have a special connection. And he feels it too. When I discreetly glance at him during math class I can feel him carefully glance back at me right when I look away. A wave of shivers spreads down the length of my back whenever he does that. The fact that I never have talked to him nor touched his skin makes loving him more exciting and mysterious.

Mystery is probably the optimal word for describing him. In math class he always finishes all the math tasks in 20 minutes and then spends the remaining 50 minutes drawing or writing in his journal. I often wonder if he is really skilled in math or if he loses patient after a while and then decides to do other other things.

A few times I have been able to see his drawings when I strategically asked the teacher to use the bathroom in order to walk past his bench and glance at his sketches. The drawings are almost as astonishing as the artist himself. Detailed, deep and just beautiful. Sometimes I imagine him drawing a portrait of me.

Another reason to why he is mysterious is the fact that he barely ever talks to anyone. Never have I seen him talk to anyone in math class (which is the only class we have in common) except for our teacher Mr. Olsen. When I walk past him in the hallway he always walks alone with earphones plugged in and head down. During lunch he sits with a few others students, however he is always the only one who sits quietly. Even when it's spring or summer and the rest of the kids at school wear shorts and t-shirts, he hides behind long sleeved hoodies and blue denim jeans.

When I first started crushing on him I thought it was just a phase. I mean, who hasn't crushed on random hotties in class for a few months? But here I am, almost at the end of my junior year in highschool, and my innocent crush has involved into passionate feelings of desire. I want him, but I don't want to ruin the intimate bond we have right now. Exchanging signals of desire through the air in the half meter long space between our benches.

Erin Martin, my best friend, is the only one out of our group of friends who knows about my love for Alfred. She thinks I'm crazy for not talking to him and even more crazy for "obsessing" over him. Bitch. How can she call me crazy for crushing on a person I see almost every day in person when she is swooning over Harry Styles whom she have never met and will never meet? That is crazy to me.

Erin has always been full of opinions on other people's lives. She means well, but sometimes it can get a bit annoying when she criticizes the way I choose to live my life. For example she often comments on how boring I am when I prioritize staying at home "lazying around" on a Friday night over partying. To be honest I would pick watching rent-movies while stuffing my mouth with too much snacks together with my mom over awkwardly dancing in a dark room full of drunk teenagers making out or embarrassing themselves. Apart from Erin's annoying criticism and slight bossy personality, she is great and I love her.

The two of us have been best friends since seventh grade when we were divided into a pair for a group project on sea animals in biology class. Quickly we realized how much we had in common. For example how much we both hated fish. You could say it was one of those typical moments where two people just click. From there on our friendship grew stronger every year. There probably isn't anything that Erin doesn't know about me and that I don't know about her. The rest of our group of friends get annoyed sometimes by how close we are because they feel shut out. We don't care. They wouldn't understand our bond anyway.