I peeked through my bangs at the handsome boy, browsing the bookshelves in front of the table where I sat. How was his back even attractive to me? Was I going crazy? 

   Focus, ______, focus! You have to hold your average up. 

   But how could I focus with a cute boy not five feet away from me? It was practically built into my brain to notice. Pretending to shuffle my notes, I slyly admired his shiny hair with my peripheral vision.

   Congratulations, your creepiness has reached a whole new level.

   Scared by my own actions and thoughts, I decided to call it a day. I had already remade two pages (double sided) of notes for the first three units of my Chemistry, but nothing was making sense anymore. Sneaking one more glance at the attractive boy, I turned to leave, promising myself that I'd build up the courage to talk to him tomorrow. Or eventually.