shy · secret admirer · physical touch · poetic · kind · funny · school setting · unrequited love · clumsy · romantic
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting dusty gold stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of chalk and faint perfume, and the low hum of chatter fills the space. You're at your desk, doodling tiny hearts and stars on a crumpled piece of notebook paper, the pencil twirling absently between your fingers. Across the room, near the back, Ray sits at his own desk, but his attention isn't on his notes. His bluish, greyish, hazelish eyes trace over your face like you're the only thing worth seeing, watching the way your hand moves, the way your brow furrows in concentration. He doesn't look away fast enough when your eyes flick toward his, and he scrambles to write something, cheeks flushing. Later, by the lockers, you pass his group and they go quiet. Mega…