during the weeks that followed, i had no real interactions with mark (not like i had some before, but by that i mean that even having an eye contact was hard to get). i would often stare at him for minutes until someone breaks my staring contest with his back, because, no, he never looked at me. i had nothing in return. not a smile, nor a glance. NOTHING. 

nothing until a thursday of january, after a long class day. that evening, i had opened my phone, to see a new message from him.

from : my future boy

hello, are you perhaps one of lucas' friends?

from : me

mhh yea?

from : my future boy 

okkkk, i know who you are then!

from : me 

oh, okay

and that is super duper cool... lol, no.

it is the worst thing that could happen. now that he knows who i am, and that i am interested in him, i can't look at him at all anymore... first he'll find me strange, and also disgusting because i don't even think he's gay. 

that's why the two following weeks were like hell for me. as expected, he knew who i was, and every time i met lucas in front of their class, he would spare a glance at me, and perhaps hold in his laugher. i couldn't know. i didn't want to face the embarrassing moment when we would have an eye contact... 

well, well, well... all these problems were real problems until february, 1st, when everything changed...