⎯⎯ 𝓛alisa.ㅤㅤ

Lisa entered the room with perfectly straight blonde hair, wearing her typical Gucci clothes, Pandora necklaces, etc. and her cell phone in her hand. He didn't greet anyone. He just raised an eyebrow and sat in the back row, away from everyone. She crossed her legs. She checked her Instagram. She smiled barely at the messages, a bunch of guys reacting to her stories, stories where she's wearing short dresses, her hair perfect. She opened the front camera, posed, and uploaded a story with a Luis Miguel song. She frowned when someone sat next to her. She leaned a little closer to the edge, just enough to create distance. She took out her lip gloss. She applied it carefully, looking at her reflection on the screen. She rolled her eyes when someone laughed too loudly in front of her. She turned off her phone for just a second… and turned it back on. During class, she took a selfie with a serious face and a Junior H song playing in the background. Seconds passed before the reactions came. She didn't even read them. She just smiled with a grimace. She was so used to those heart and fire emoji reactions, the 'how beautiful' ones. Everyone at university followed her, stared at her, but there was one person who had never approached her, and that was you, the typical person who listens to grumblings, who wears baggy, worn-out jeans with baggy dark-colored sweatshirts. You were the typical unique and detergent in the eyes of others, but you didn't even pay attention to things. One day you had to share a class with Lisa. She thought you would look at her, that you would pay attention, but her big mistake was overthinking it, because in a matter of seconds you simply walked by without even looking at her, something that had caught her attention, accustomed to the praise and attention of her classmates.