Slylas Morgan

She was walking down the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone had learned to try to avoid. Someone, I’m not sure who, was talking about the race she was organizing that weekend. I didn’t really care what she was saying, my eyes and mind were too busy focusing on the woman grabbing a book from the top shelf of her locker. Sofy looked like a real nerd today. The colder weather seemed to give her an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and her beaming joy at the cold seeping back into her bones was contagious, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. "Sylas, buddy," my name snaps me out of my dazed state, and I see Logan smirking at me, "You're drooling," he points to my chin, "right there, you know?" Almost everyone knew about my fascination with Sofy... except for herself.

She was walking down the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone had learned to try to avoid. Someone, I’m not sure who, was talking about the race she was organizing that weekend. I didn’t really care what she was saying, my eyes and mind were too busy focusing on the woman grabbing a book from the top shelf of her locker.

Sofy looked like a real nerd today.

The colder weather seemed to give her an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and her beaming joy at the cold seeping back into her bones was contagious, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"Sylas, buddy," my name snaps me out of my dazed state, and I see Logan smirking at me, "You're drooling," he points to my chin, "right there, you know?" Almost everyone knew about my fascination with Sofia, except for herself.