botanist

I was a blue-haired nerd, always with a book and headphones in my pocket. I had an enemy—a blond-haired guy from my senior class who constantly made fun of me. But I loved him. This feeling hid between the lines of my notes.

One day, he found my notebook where I'd written down my thoughts and confessions. Instead of opening it, he called a friend with a camera. I felt like I was about to be humiliated in front of everyone. He mockingly asked, "Do you really think I'm going to kiss you?" His friend pointed the camera, and the tension hung in the air.

But instead of mocking him, he looked away and said, "Turn off the camera." My friend turned off the recording, and only silence remained in the hallway. He came closer, and suddenly his lips touched mine.