This is my first one so sorry if you don't like it.

IMAGINE YOURSELF...

Standing at your locker reaching for a book in the back. While trying to reach it, all the stuff in your other arm spills out scattering across the crowded hallway. You mentally curse your clumsiness while reaching down to grab the spread out papers. You resisted the urge to call out the disrespectful people whom rather than helped you, just stepped on your papers.

You sighed once you heard the bell ring. People started half running half walking to their classes to get on time. Great, you thought, another tardy.

You had finally gathered all your things, including the unreachable book, and headed to your next class. While walking you pondered what would happen. Just then, it hit you, your crush was in that class, you were going to look like such an idiot.

You took a deep breath in preparing for humiliation. You knocked on the door knowing that it was locked. Your crush just had to be sitting by the door that day so he had to open it. He gave you a small smile and you mustered up, hoping he didn't notice your blush, a small thank you. You looked up to see a glare from the teacher.

"That's the third time," she said, but to you, it sounded more like a growl. "Detent-"

"Please, no," you cut her off. "My parents will kill me, I promise it won't happen again." You gave her a pleading look and she stared at you for a few seconds. She let out a small sigh.

"Very well, then, you get one more chance." You nodded gratefully and took the only open seat. You opened your textbook feeling as if all eyes were on you.

It was very embarrassing and you hated it. Honestly, you sometimes wished that you were just a whole different person who was never late and who never had to worry about a single thing. Of course, that would never happen. You were just your clumsy, embarrassing self.

You sighed, already bored of the class. You looked at the clock and wished the hands would just move faster so that it would be lunch already.
You sighed again, a little louder causing the teacher to stop talking for a moment to give you a glare. You immediately brought your attention back to the white board where the teacher had previously written stuff that you should probably write down. You thought about writing it down but that would just be too much work. Your mind, again, wondered somewhere else. Your eyes moved around the room. They passed a few of your classmates and stopped on a pair of two beautiful eyes that were staring back at you. You immediately recognized them but the owner had turned his gaze away with a blush on his face.

No way, you thought, my crush was just staring at me!