The Melody of a Crush in Class
Liam's POV
Classes had been relatively good until now, but here came the beast that sent shivers down my spine: business class. I felt a wave of panic wash over me because, quite frankly, I knew nothing about the world of business. The terminology was foreign, the concepts were unclear, and the pressure felt insurmountable. I decided I needed a tutor, someone to guide me through the maze of spreadsheets and market trends. Yet, deep down, there was a part of me that kind of hoped I would fail, if only to show my dad that I wasn't cut out for this, that I was simply not good enough in his eyes.
On the day of the class, I reluctantly made my way inside and chose to sit at the very back of the room, a place that often felt like the safest retreat from the weighing eyes of my peers. I sank into my thoughts, trying to push away the anxiety bubbling within me, when suddenly, I felt a shift in the seat beside me. My heart raced as I looked up to see him: the boy I had a crush on for what felt like an eternity. He exuded an energy that captivated me instantaneously; his presence was a jolt against my dreary expectations for the day. To my surprise, he seemed as shocked to see me as I was to see him. I hastily tucked away the notebook where I had been scribbling lyrics to a song I had been writing about him, my secret feelings cloaked behind the veil of creativity.
The lyrics of the song ran through my mind, capturing that very 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.
(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.
(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.
(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.
(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.
As the melody swirled in my mind, I fought the urge to blush and stammer. My heart raced not just from the weight of business class looming ahead, but from the electric possibility of this unexpected encounter. Perhaps, amidst the dread of academic failure, there was a glimmer of hope shining through the chaos—a chance at a beautiful distraction, an unexpected hallway romance, weaving its way into my life just when I needed it the most.
The professor entered the classroom, and amidst the bustle of students settling into their seats, I hurriedly gathered my scattered papers and journal. Without glancing at them to check if everything was in order, I simply tossed them into my bag, my mind racing with anxious thoughts.
After a brief introduction, the professor announced that we would be taking a test focused on business functions and the intricacies of the business organogram. As the test papers were distributed, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I quickly skimmed through the questions, my heart pounding, and immediately began writing down my answers as best as I could under the pressure of time. I knew I was moving fast—perhaps too fast—but my focus was solely on completing the test before time ran out.
Once I finished writing, I slid the paper to the front desk with a sense of urgency, eager to escape the tense atmosphere. However, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread creeping in. If I were to be completely honest, I was well aware that what I had scribbled down was far from acceptable; I had barely grasped the key concepts and my answers reflected a lack of understanding. I braced myself for the inevitable bad grade, fully anticipating an F. But at that moment, I just didn't care. The weight of my indifference hung over me; my priorities lay elsewhere, and I found myself unconcerned about the consequences of my actions in that class.