Fierce green eyes peak out from under strands of auburn as you lift your head from a rested position. The teacher reminds you not to sleep in class. I imagine touching the desk beneath you and feeling the warmth where your chest had laid. Every now and then your soft smile lights a path in front of me. As if a vignette had appeared around you and the rest of the room just faded into the background. You keep your arms crossed. I wonder what you are protecting. You have a permanent scowl that doesn’t change how beautiful you are, but must make people wonder. I wonder why your expression wants to scream but your teeth are always clenched tight. You show no interest in me. But the urge to shoot my shot grows deeper everyday. The bell rings and you shove your books into your bag angrily. I hesitantly run over and stutter the words “wanna go out sometime?” Time stood still, and for the first time you were forced to notice me. Your face paralyzed without emotion finally let a smirk escape. “In your dreams.” The way your lips loosened to mumble out a quick rejection made me want you even more. And in an instant you were gone.