His Name was Michael

Third period was always the best. Not because of the teacher who always slacks off, just assigning us work, and not really doing anything. Or because it was an excuse to talk to your friends as long as you look like your doing something productive. It's because of him. His hair always perfectly structure with just the right amount of gel. His dimples always appearing when he smiles at something good that happened . His laugh when you tell him about an embarrassing but funny story about you that happened over the summer. His personality was also a 10. You know he'd have your back no matter what. He was the grade's brainiac. His brain gave him a scholarship. His looks gave him all the girls. His talent gave him all the attention. And his name was Michael.
It always sucks being in love. Life isn't a movie where you tell your crush you like them and they say they loved you since the day they met you and you both fall in love, get married, have kids, and grow old together. In reality, most of the time you will get rejected, and it will suck. Most of the time he will be taken, and you can't just steal them from someone.
Michael sat in front of me in third period, and his girlfriend, Julianna, sat across from him. They were everyone's OTP. They would always be together doing couple stuff like holding hands, kissing one another, surprising each other at their lockers. You know, middle school stuff. I just wanted a chance, one chance, to make him at least notice me. I mean, yeah, we do talk, our lockers are right next to each other. I want more though. I want him, and all I ask for is one day he will call me his.