He sat in the third row on the second seat, in the overcrowded classroom.

She sat in the fifth row on the second seat, in the overcrowded classroom.

He would spend the first 20 minutes of the lecture focused on the teacher's legs.

She would spend the first 20 minutes of the lecture focused on his legs.

He would laugh and joke with his boys, who would die for him, and girls who hung onto his every word.

She would smile and watch him silently, admiring his friends and hating the girls.

He would be the first to crack a joke.

She would be the first to laugh.

He would stand up and smile, knowing that every girl in the classroom wanted him.

She would watch him and smile, hoping that one day he would want her*.

He would always get into trouble.

She would always rush to his aid and cover his tracks.

He was oblivious to the fact that there was a girl who loved him more than anything.

She was oblivious to the fact that she was that girl who loved him more than anything.

He would be the last boy to walk out of the classroom.

She would be the last girl to walk out of the classroom.

But he would never notice her.


*That sentence was changed, thanks to Duckies on Fiction Press so thank you for that!