description : neither of you have a clue about the glances you throw at one another... nor the feelings you two share.
you couldn’t help but stare at him from behind a bookshelf filled with books, your heart racing and cheeks flushing just by looking at the boy fix his glasses. they didn’t look like real glasses, though the fact that he could possibly somewhat be blind relieved you. maybe he won’t see your face so clearly when he had them off... but what about with them on? doesn’t that mean he’d be able to see every pore on your greasy face?
you drop the book your holding onto the carpeted floor in the library as your mind wanders for a second or two, gathering the attention of the people around you. apologetically smiling, you bend down to pick up the heavy book, which made the biggest booming sound because of the weight it carried. you dusted off the book of not so visible dust particles, holding it close to your chest. this is the book you need for one of your classes, so you make sure to hold it tight as other students from the same class may want it as well.
you look back at the direction of the boy with glasses. he usually doesn’t have glasses on, nor a barrette, so today he looked even more captivating and handsome. you sighed as you lost him, the boy not being there anymore as he probably made his exit out of the library.
you had him for the same class you were desperately looking this book for, though the two of you never talked given the fact that you had your earphones on almost always. something about wearing your earphones keeps people from talking to you, and that makes you feel at ease while you walk the halls of your school and work on the assignments in class, you like being at peace with yourself.
he sits in front of you during your shared class though, and you can’t help but throw little glances his way every now and then. of course he doesn’t know you do so, given the fact that he sits in front of you. but because the chairs were aligned and set sideways, you could see the left side of his face clearly, because you sat at his left.
every time you glanced at his face, your heart raced a little, quickly bringing your eyes back down to your classwork because the last thing you want to do is get caught by the handsome boy. there were times every now and then where you would just sit there, looking at his face in heavy affection, wondering how someone so handsome could make their way into your vision.
for some reason, you felt calm being around him. you two never shared words, you barely even looked at each other, but you felt like you could be at ease around him... you saw it as odd at how someone you don’t even talk to, nonetheless get no acknowledge from, could do that to you.
you were looking around through the isles of the romance section, remembering your friend recommending a book not too long ago. of course you weren’t foreign to the genre, though you weren’t always reading them either, they had somehow became your favorite from various of genres you’ve read.
“you like romance novels? didn’t see you as the type.”
it’s soft yet muscular voice spoke softly and lowly beside you, grabbing you attention quicker than anything has ever. you stepped back a bit, wanting a clear view of who it was, wanting to give your infamous furrowed eyebrows but you were taken by surprise to see the boy from one of your classes. the same boy who decided to wear glasses and a barrette the same day you didn’t have the shared class with him. the same boy who made you feel warm inside, yet flustered and a nervous mess when close to you.
blinking repeatedly you nod your head, giving an awkward and quick smile, looking away towards the books as fast as you had turned to see who it was that dared to bother you.
he was confused, you were the girl he had for literary class... right? the same girl who sat behind him, yet had a good view of you, and always stayed quiet with her earphones in. he was for sure positive that you were the girl, given the fact that your hair was the same and your shoes were also the same... maybe he was wrong?
“you’re y/n... right? i’m terribly sorry if i got the wrong person...”
though he did step away a few, he didn’t turn nor dismissed the conversation he hoped would have stirred between the two of you. he stayed a bit after, a few second maybe, and you turned around, hoping he was still there, blushing when you noticed the tanned boy standing a few steps farther from you.
“yes.. my name’s y/n... nice to meet you, mark.”
he blinked in surprise, his mouth almost dropping in awe.
“you know my name? i.. kinda thought you wouldn’t have, or cared really, since you..”
he had stepped closer to you, not too close to give you discomfort though, making sure you were comfortable and at ease. he shoved his free right hand in his pocket, his left hand caring a seemingly old thick lavender book without a title.
“since i always have my earphones in? yeah... i do that a lot, keeps me calm and at a good place.”
mark wanted to understand what you meant with the last couple of words, though he kinda understood what you meant. he wasn’t popular, he wasn’t a jock and he wasn’t the most social, but he did have his group of friends that were the loudest of loud... and they thrived for attention, so the only time he really listened to music was before going to sleep, after doing all his school work, after messaging his friends goodnight... laying in his warm bed, covered with a blanket and soonly falling asleep to the music he enjoyed so deeply.
he nodded, taking in all the newly information, he wanted to get to know you better, because you seemed so amazing to him. mark thought you were the prettiest of the girls in the class you shared, possibly in all of the school, but he’s never thought that deeply before. he remembers turning to look at you, looking over his shoulder, trying his best not to be obvious as he stared at you... only to be teased by his seating partner, which also happened to be one of his closest buddies. he remembers how he could stare at you forever, never getting bored at looking at you because you were just so... soft and innocent, your head bopping slightly as you worked on the class assignment or warmed yourself up with your knit sweater. but he’d drop those thoughts the moment you’d raise your head to give the teacher some attention, his head whipping back to stare at the teacher just like you did... hoping and praying that you didn’t notice his small panic.
though he felt as if that would never happen, because he felt as if he wasn’t of importance to you, he felt that there were others that could grab your attention way better.. or that maybe no one was good enough for your attention.
he didn’t know how wrong he is though, and you didn’t know how important you were to him. but he wanted to spark something with you, he wanted to start something else... even just a friendship between two people that say hi if they happen to cross each other in the hallway.
both of you wanted attention from the other, though you both didn’t know how to achieve that. one more scared than the other, one too flustered to even look at the other... how would you two spark even an acquaintance relationship if you couldn’t even stand beside one another.
“maybe.. you could keep your earphones off while we talk? if it’s alright with you.. I’d like to get to know you better, y/n.”
his voice was soft and quiet, reason being he didn’t want it shaking or showing how heavily nervous he truly is, he wanted to seem strong willed to you. you look up at him, finally picking your head up from the book that’s held in your hands, putting a stand of hair behind your left ear for you could meet his eyes much easier.
“yeah, of course, what would you like to talk about, mark?”
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