cish
It was times like this when he almost felt grateful when she looked in his direction. When she acknowledged that he existed instead of casting her eyes to the floor whenever they were outside of the class. He didn't understand her and it frustrated him. She was such a complex character... so much more than the nerdy exterior that she projected in his face. Her face wasn't conventionally pretty, but he found himself watching the slight twitches in her expression constantly, and when she smiled... he smiled. He smiled so fucking much that his face ached.
He didn't know when it happened. One day she was just this quiet girl that sat a couple of seats away that he'd go to ask for help. He didn't even look at her... let alone pay attention to her. Then one day, as he and a girl was talking, he heard her scoff