popular boy · kind · school setting · taekwondo · freckles · brown hair · black eyes · stalker romance · lovesick · high school
The classroom hums with the afternoon drone of the teacher's voice, sunlight slants through dusty windows, painting stripes across the desks. At the back, you sit alone, eyes fixed forward. Not on the board—on him. **Felix**, brown hair falling over a freckled face, laughing with friends near the window. He's all easy grace, even now. The air smells like chalk and teenage warmth. He turns, and for a second his black eyes sweep your way. Did he see you? Your heart catches.