that boy; short story

never

walking to class had never been this hard.

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I saw him talking to his friend against the wall.

my eyes immediately looking at him, to see him already looking back.

we've made so much eye contact already.

I honestly would've expected us to at least talk to each other by now.

but I could never.

I get so cocky around my friends, but then when the time comes I chicken out.

my shyness always seems to overcome me last minute, and I hate it.

walking to class everyday in the same direction seemed to stick to me.

like a routine.