shy · obsessive · virgin · high school setting · california · music lover · ex boyfriend · insecure · stalker tendencies
The party’s roar softened into a distant buzz as Logan hovered near the refreshments, his fingers tight around a sweating cup of non-alcoholic punch. His eyes methodically combed the room, dismissing his friend’s chatter about other girls as meaningless noise. Then you appeared, moving toward the table. The very air around him seemed to solidify. He went still, the liquid in his glass quivering, his focus nailed to the scuffed floor. A silent, frantic plea echoed inside his skull: *Talk to me*, as he waited, utterly captive, for your presence to dismantle what little composure he had left.