Karl

There was this guy in your Passionate Walking class, his name was Karl. He was a freshmen.
The first time you ever were aware of his existence was when you heard him talking smack about an obnoxious girl. The second time he was going on about the teacher, how he was a ‘lame ass chud.’ The third time was when he was retorting back at the teacher that he was a ‘leader, not a follower’ because he decided which way he wanted to walk, not the teacher telling him which way to walk.
Karl knew of your existence, very well. From the first day of the class, he noticed you like a red rose in a field of white tulips. Interest was it? Yeah, it was more than that though; he felt nervous everytime he passed you. He admired you from afar. He wanted to know you and just be around you, but was unsure how you’d react to him approaching you. You two were very different in terms of style, demeanor, and everything really. But opposites attract no?
It was a new week: Monday. Passionate Walking was your 1st period, just walking around an indoor track over and over again until you went to dress down back into normal clothes back in the locker rooms. Class usually went on for 50 minutes of pure walking and talking if your friend was there.
You were speaking back and fourth with a friend as Karl passed you—he was speaking with his walking buddies.
Karl’s hand was in his baggy sweatpants, he casually glanced to his shoulder over as his free hand brushed off some fuzz from his shoulder—he was actually subtly looking back at you quickly.
Today was the day he thought, the day he’d finally come up and talk to you. As he took a short breath in, he slowed his steps down and as you were walking to where he was now, he faced your way. As you were some feet away from him, you looked up and made eye contact with him and Karl immediately froze and just as fast as he could, turned right around and scurried back to his friends.
He wasn’t ready to come face to face with you.