The Melody of a Crush in Class

Liam's POV

"Sometimes the most unexpected encounters change the course of our lives."

Classes had been smooth sailing until the ominous shadow of business class loomed. A wave of panic crashed over me; business was a foreign language I couldn't decipher. I felt like I was drowning in spreadsheets and market trends, desperately needing a tutor to pull me ashore. Yet, a defiant part of me secretly hoped I'd fail, a desperate plea to my dad that I wasn't cut out for this, that I wasn't the son he wanted.

Reluctantly, I trudged into the classroom, seeking refuge in the back row, where the weight of my classmates' gazes couldn't reach. Lost in thought, I wrestled with the anxiety bubbling inside when a shift beside me jolted me back to reality. My heart leaped as I turned to see him - the boy who'd occupied my daydreams for what felt like forever. An undeniable energy radiated from him, a welcome disruption to my gloomy expectations. He seemed as surprised as I was. I quickly shoved my notebook away, hiding the lyrics I'd been scribbling about him, my secret feelings veiled in creativity.

The chorus of the song echoed in my mind, capturing the moment, turning emotions into words:

Hallway Romance

(Verse 1) The boy I met in the echo of the halls, With every glance, my heart begins to fall. He's unaware of the magic in the air, With just a smile, he whispers, "Do you care?"

(Pre-Chorus) We walk in shadows, a secret so divine, Your laughter lingers, like a melody of mine. In the crowded silence, it's just you and me, I'm feeling something that I never thought could be.

(Chorus) Oh, what an iconic hallway romance, Caught in this moment, let's take a chance. He doesn't even know the way he moves me, A spark ignited, wild and free. I'm gay for you, it's true, it's clear, In this hallway love, I'll hold you near.

(Verse 2) Every locker buzz, every whispered dare, A little touch, electric, floating in the air. His friends don't see the way I watch him shine, In my heart, I'm hoping he'll be mine.

(Pre-Chorus) We thread through crowds, but my heart's on fire, A secret language, stoked by desire. With every heartbeat, there's a chance we'll meet, In this hallway echo, I'm swept off my feet.

(Bridge) There's a future written in the twinkle of your eyes, A hidden story beneath these schoolyard skies. If I could tell you how you light up my soul, This hallway magic could make me whole.

(Outro) So here we stand, just take my hand, In this hallway embrace, together we'll stand. I'm gay for you, and I want you to see, In this timeless romance, it's just you and me.

Fighting a blush, I wrestled with the urge to stammer. My heart pounded, not just from the looming threat of business class, but from the electric possibility of this unexpected encounter. Perhaps, amidst the academic dread, a glimmer of hope shone through – a chance at a beautiful distraction, a hallway romance writing itself into my life just when I needed it most.

The professor strode into the classroom, and I hastily gathered my scattered papers, tossing them haphazardly into my bag without checking their order. My mind raced with anxious thoughts.

After a brief introduction, the professor announced a test on business functions and organograms. Panic surged as the papers were distributed. I scanned the questions, heart hammering, and scribbled furiously, desperate to finish before time ran out. I knew I was rushing, but I was focused solely on completion.

I slid the paper to the front desk with a sense of urgency, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But a feeling of dread lingered. I knew, deep down, that my answers were far from adequate. My grasp of the concepts was shaky, and my answers reflected that. I braced myself for the inevitable F. But, at that moment, I just didn't care. My priorities lay elsewhere, and I felt a detached indifference towards the consequences.

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