Prologue

I checked my watch after heaving for my breath making sure I sat in the same position, I quickly applied some lip balm so that I didn't have dry lips.

It was Sunday again and exactly 10:10 am the lecture was nearly finished and soon HE will be coming out, during the week I've been trying on countless outfits to make sure he still saw me. They say boys are visual creatures and I wanted him to have a couple of minutes simply admiring whatever I could possibly or rather to present that visual to him.

To make sure he saw me, so that I could leave him breathless during the week as well hoping he has a fantasy of me in mind. It wasn't more than five minutes did I hear the sounds of people coming out in high-pitched noises as they socialized sticking close to each other some already in a hurry to leave I sat up straight to appear elegant and matured, my eyes hyperactive as I searched around.

My hands were rubbing together as if I was cold but I clearly remember it was hot that day.

My eyes stared up the stairs and oh my god how could I miss him even in the crowd?

There he was with a red hoodie and a cap on, his hair was blond with a touch of brown.... exactly how I liked it too, long and perfect. I watched his pale skin shine under the sun as he briefly looked at me.

His eyes on me.

The craving of the week was satisfied, because the sun did him great justice his green eyes stuck on me I felt like I was in a forest of fantasy.

Was I alive?

No in fact I questioned if I was even breathing at all, I watched until he came downstairs and some girl in a pair of tight jeans and a baby blue shirt came to greet him even hugging him, but that didn't matter much because his eyes kept flickering to me.

I questioned for a mere second if I appeared as a creep to him but by then the song dandelions had come to an end and I had the urge to take off my headphones instead I kept sitting there looking away rather nonchalantly, , or I hoped I gave off nonchalant as I turned off the next song before it had time to play.

Playing it cool is the way to go.... When my friend came around to see me she already knew according to my smile and posture.

"I wish I knew his name." I had said as she shook her head at me "how can you have a crush on a boy with no name." I continued to complain making sure I didn't look his way again while my friend observed him for me, to tell me if he kept looking at me so I could fangirl later on till I saw him again.

He's so beautiful, Oh my God.

I smiled in bliss little did I know those butterflies in my stomach would turn into an unsatisfied itch... he was just a boy, the one I admired most, the prettiest boy I've ever had the privilege to see.

Unfortunately that's what he should've always been.

Just a boy.

A boy with no name.

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