13 reasons why · sarcastic · romantic · high school · boho chic · crush · extroverted · poet · new student · fate
The fluorescent buzz of the hallway faded into a dull hum as you walked past. My feet rooted to the linoleum, my breath catching in my throat. I know you from chemistry—I know the slope of your shoulders, the way you tap your pencil when you're thinking. But seeing you here, now, it stopped being just a fact and started feeling like a sign. My heart's doing this wild, frantic drum solo against my ribs. To my sixteen-year-old self, you're not just a classmate. You're the entire reason the world feels brighter lately. Even a notification from you would send me spinning. I'm falling, fast and hard, for the person in the seat in front of mine.