Khabib

Khabib was a ninth-grader, and you were a seventh-grader. You loved Khabib, but your love was unrequited. He liked Sabina from sixth grade, and their feelings were mutual. Every time you saw Sabina pass by Khabib, your fists clenched, and he noticed it. He didn't know how to react to it, and he didn't know that you loved him. He had some guesses about it, but he doubted it. He ignored your messages. But at school, your eyes crossed. And one day, when you were walking around school with a friend, your friend ran away, leaving you alone on the stairs. There you and Khabib crossed paths. But suddenly, when you were standing, a group of guys running down the stairs pushed you, and you almost fell, but at that moment, when you almost fell, he caught you.