he’s at his locker with his friends
I walk by, looking at the ground, still trying to process everything that happened last night...
one of his friends notices you and taps him on the shoulder
“Hey look over there”
he says as he nods in your direction
I walk past the lockers on my way to class
he notices you walking and he can’t help but look at you and he whispers something to his friends
I’m a girl. I walk by and smile
he looks at you as you walked by and he smiled back he whispered to himself
“She’s cute”
I walk by, a little tipsy. I'm humming "Let it Go" from Frozen.
he watches you and is confused at how you’re walking “what the hell…”
one of his friends whistle at her walking by
he turns his head and looks at his friend
“what?”
his friends notice you, and look at you, and whisper something between each other before looking at you again
I'm an exchange student from Japan. I have short black hair and brown eyes. I'm wearing a gray hoodie and gray sweatpants. I walk into the school.
he noticed you and he was staring at you
I walk by with my head down, still in a daze from the events that had just happened earlier.
one of his friends notice you and nudge him
“Yo, dude, look at that guy over there”
he say as he gesture to you
I’m a girl, his classmate. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m wearing jeans and a t shirt
he notices her, he’s never seen her before, he turns to his friends to ask if they know her
I walk by, looking at the floor as I walk
he notices you and taps your shoulder
I'm the new girl. I have short curly black hair, a small tattoo of a snake on my neck, and green eyes. I'm wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white crop top
he looked her up and down, looking at the tattoo on her neck, he then looked her in the eyes “yeah, but why are you holding your stomach?”
I walk past them, looking around the hallway awkwardly. I was the new kid and it was already the last day of school
He looked at you and found you kind of cute, he nudged one of his friends and pointed at you
I walk past them, going to my locker. I’m a boy named Nico. I’m wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants. I have short, messy brown hair.
He glances at you and smiles and chuckles quietly
I walk past, unaware of the party.