cover by @brokentruths [me]

the next day, my eyes begin to stray from my homework, scanning the cafeteria for the raven haired boy. when i find him, i sigh in relief.

he wasn't a figment of my imagination.

this unhealthy habit becomes constant, and before i know it, i've been staring at him for a month.

it's become a ritual of mine to scan the room until he comes in, and for the remainder of lunch, to pretend to focus on my homework, when in reality, i'm staring at him. every time i catch myself, i turn away, silently scolding my creepy behavior. yet five minutes later i find myself gazing over in his direction once again.

i did some research on the wordlessly riveting boy and found that his name is orion, exactly like the constellation, which is even more intriguing. he was an obsession, one that i tried so hard to squash. still, he'd pop back up in my mind like the acne on my face-okay, maybe not a good analogy, but i'm sure you understand what i mean.

everything about him screamed 'please pry into my life and try to figure me out', from his gorgeous hair that i can't seem to stop thinking about, to the scar right above his left eyebrow. playing detective around him was intoxicating. i even started calling him mystery boy. he was a drug, but i had no dealer.

i snicker, before realizing it's lame to laugh at your own jokes.

orion.

my own personal addiction.

just the thought of it makes me dizzy.

today he has a pear. i despise pears. the brittleness of its skin against my tongue is enough to make me loathe it, but on top of that, the flesh is either crunchy and hard or mushy, nothing in between. the two extremities and no neutral middle, the thought didn't sit well with me. i watch as he takes a bite out of it, looking at it thoughtfully and eating another large chunk before shaking his head in what i assume, disgust, and throwing it in the trash bin next to him.

seems as if he abhors pears too. i secretly smile at the thought.

as days go by, i contemplate going up to him. introducing myself. maybe finally having a friend. everyday, i find an opportunity, but i don't take it quick enough, because every time we make eye contact, he's up in a flash, racing out the door like the usain bolt.

he doesn't even know you annalise, don't get butt hurt.

my words aren't enough to squash the ache beginning to form in my chest.

a/n

-chancellor who is everything i aspire to be x