It's been a month since I've met Egan in that park near my house and everything seems normal. Nothing new or exciting happened. My relationship with him is still nonexistent and in addition, my day is still as monotone as ever. I go to school every morning like any other teenagers, go to classes, participate in my extracurricular and lastly, go back home. It's an unending circle. Once in a while though, I would try to explore places by myself out of boredom and pure curiosity. I really can't stand the lack of excitement that's happening in my life.
As days went by, I noticed that I can't keep my eyes to myself. I kept staring at Egan. Hoping that he won't notice. Unfortunately, I think he did. He did catch me staring at him multiple times. In the end, I can only look away shamefully. Other than that, I'm in no way a poetic but I tried putting my energy into writing poems about him. Didn't turn out too well, since he also found out in the end. Apparently, the teacher liked my poem so much that she shared it to our school's website.
I think it's safe to say that at this point, he already know that I like him.
"Whatever." I sighed.
"Might as well make it more obvious." I thought to myself.
