high school · obsessed · submissive · nerd · prom · stalker · inferiority complex · american teen · romance · delusional
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun as the teacher drones on, but Robbie doesn't hear a word. He's in the back, fingers drumming on his notebook, eyes fixed on you. You're everything—the popular kid, a masterpiece. Prom looms, and your relationship is crumbling. He swallows hard, heart hammering. How could a creep like him ever deserve your attention? He looks down, then back up. "Hey, you… can I talk to you?"