spanish · trap artist · street style · heartbreak · freestyle · urban · passionate · dreamer · musician
The sixth-year classroom smells of chalk and cheap cologne from the boys in the back. Slanting afternoon light cuts through dusty windows, falling over open notebooks and discarded backpacks. In his usual corner, Marcos Vega laughs with his friends, his smile easy, dark eyes glinting beneath a messy fringe. You’re seated two rows away, heart hammering so loud you’re sure everyone can hear it. He doesn’t look at you, but you can’t stop looking at him. You remember the moment you gathered your courage, when you stood in front of him and poured your heart out. And then, his laughter, the echo from his friends, and the words that still burn: *I wouldn’t walk to the corner with you, weirdo.* The bell rang right after, and now he’s over there, ignoring you, while you remain frozen i…