Crush Series II: With Stalking the Stalker

"Target spotted," Lyssa Matson whispered to herself softly as she peered through her binoculars. It was lunchtime and she was doing her favorite lunchtime activity again. She shifted her position a bit so she could see her crush better through the window of his office. Her crush was the president of the student body and had his own room all to himself.

Lyssa sighed as she carefully leaned forward from her precarious position on a tree limb. Since his office was on the 2nd floor of the building, she braved the height just to see her first love. When the bell rang for class, she pouted but slowly slid down the tree. She straightened her appearance and happily went to her next class.

Lyssa considered herself a plain Jane. With her average height and average straight blonde hair, she didn't stand out much, except with having excellent grades. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate and so expressive that it could mirror her own thoughts. She had a nice, slim body but she gave off the impression of being a complete geek by wearing the uniform in strict accordance to the school rules; a blue blazer with the school logo over a yellow jumper and a white, long-sleeved polo shirt with a red tie and a red-checkered skirt that was 2 inches above her knees. While other girls' skirts were hiked up to their mid-thighs, she deliberately lowered hers. The students could forego wearing their blazers but she wore hers. She didn't want unwanted attention from the boys except her crush but getting his attention would be an impossible dream because Lyssa was extremely timid. She didn't even have friends because she was too shy.

She was a sophomore when she first met the boy of her dreams. She had transferred from another school because of her father's promotion and relocation to another city. She got lost going to her next class on her first day and since she was so nervous and shy, she couldn't muster up the courage to ask directions. When the students in the halls began to dwindle, she began to panic and ran outside of the building. When she could calm herself down long enough to see where she was, she found herself in a pathway to the greenhouse of the school. Surrounding the pathway was a beautiful flower garden. Overcome with the fear of being out of class and getting caught by the hall monitors, she burst into tears. And that's where he found her.

"Why are you not in your class?"

She got startled out of her cries by a soft yet stern voice belonging to a guy. She wiped her tears hastily before she looked up. What she saw almost made her cry again, but she willed herself not to.

The guy standing in front of her looked intimidating and his blue eyes looked cold to her even behind the glasses. He was impeccably dressed in the school uniform; a blue blazer with the school logo over his yellow jumper and white polo shirt with the red tie and blue pants and he looked so good in it, as if the uniform was made for him and only him. He had a red band on his arm, a sign that he was part of the school's disciplinary team. Dealing with them was worse than meeting with the hall monitors, she heard. When he saw that she was about to cry again, he stopped scowling immediately.

"Are your new here?" he asked gently.

She nodded slowly and looked down, a little bit stunned by his abrupt change. She also heard that the disciplinary team were ruthless and gave harsh punishments and his change in demeanor made her a little glad. Maybe the stories were just exaggerated.

"Let me see your schedule."

She got her schedule from her book bag, and handed it to him without looking at his face. She thought she heard him laugh quietly but wasn't sure.

An awkward silence followed.

"Come on, little girl," he spoke softly. A hand appeared in her line of vision, beckoning her to take it. "I'll take you to your class."