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It was the first day of entering my class. They'd had switched my class into a new one as I lock eyes with this cute boy, I forget his name as I was entranced with his beauty. Short, nice hair, great sense of fashion, braces. He was the definition of eye-candy. Every. Single. Day. without fail, look, stare, drool. I yearned for him to wave at me or even talk to me. I'd do anything for him. I don't even know him. why am I acting this way. He doesn't know me at all yet I know all about him. I needed him so bad, his attention, his everything.
"Friday new seats. Don't ask me for any requests."
The missus hissed, almost seething if anyone dare to make a word of acknowledgement. I was all excited, counting down the days. I enter the classroom, students crowding the entrance awaiting their new seats. Missus called out seats for one table. I sit down and to my surprise, he was next to me! Next to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My eyes all over him. He's the person to talk to anyone without any shame or any inch of nervousness in his body. That will make everything so much easier.
"You got a pencil I could borrow?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thanks"
Im going to keep that pencil in a jar or even tape it in my notebook or just keep it and cherish it. Such a simple interaction for him was everything for me, I'm desperate for any attention I could muster from him. Take my whole pencil case, I don't care. Im nervous, I need to do everything right. Everything needs to be perfect. It doesn't matter to me. I always loved people to the absolute core. I'd believe everything they would say and love them to death. If they asked me to cut their initials into my arm I'd do it. In my eyes he's perfect, just a simple hallway crush except i'm sitting next to him, he smells nice. Just so nice.
"MMH....MMMHH!" he panted, straining against his binds.
I watch in awe as I hold his food in my hand. I rip off his tape off, rather rough. I enjoyed watching him squirm in pain. I liked it. I take a fork, blowing on the noodles before hand-feeding him. I loved taking care of him as if he was incapable. Though he was rather loud but the food helped shut him up.
"You're a loud one, huh?" I tease
"What's going on? What's happening?" He whined, not seeming frightened, maybe acting tough?
"I'll take care of you."
"Who are you?" He cried
That dreaded bell.
"Here's your pencil back."
I snap out of it, pausing for a brief moment before taking the pencil, feeling the warmth of it, the fingerprints left on it. Before I knew it, he was gone. The fantasy I had created crumbled. Came crashing down. I was upset realizing it'd never happen. Im delusional. It needed to happen. On my way home, I kept reminiscing on him tied up in that chair, feeling so scared it made him stupid. I arrive home. Immediately taking out the pencil he used. It was an honor to own something he owned. I hope he asks for It again tomorrow.