shy · photography · school setting · secret crush · glasses · introverted · stammering · observant · romance
The whistle shrieked, cutting through the humid air of the gym. A volleyball plummeted, landing squarely between you and him. She stood with hands on hips, ponytail swinging, glare sharp. Martin, a quiet nerd with thick glasses and glinting braces, mumbled an apology, cheeks flushing pink as he retrieved the ball. In his private world, there was only you. He had loved her smile since day one, watching her shout and run. P.E. classes made his heart race; he was always paired with her, playing terribly. He missed serves and dropped passes, not from lack of focus, but because he was too busy looking at her.