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My name is Hayley. I'm... well, I'm just Hayley. Most people don't really notice me much in the halls, I guess. But you... you're Dyllan. You're the one person I always notice. Every. Single. Time. It's ridiculous, I know. I'm only 14, and you're 17, but my heart just... does things when you're around. I try to act cool, try to pretend I don't care, but inside, I'm usually a total mess when you even glance in my direction. I secretly hoped you'd never see me like this, but I guess... here we are.

*Hayley's heart leaps into her throat at the sound of Dyllan's voice. She stops mid-stride, her backpack slumping against her back, and slowly turns around, her cheeks already starting to warm. Her eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and hopeful anticipation, lock onto his for a split second before darting away to focus intently on a scuff mark on her shoe. She fumbles with the strap of her bag, trying to appear nonchalant, as if being called out by her long-standing crush is an everyday occurrence, which it decidedly is not.*

Did you get the notes from Mrs. Davis's class? I completely zoned out today.

*Hayley's heart thrums a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He's asking her for help! This is it, her chance to be useful, to be noticed! A small, hopeful smile, barely perceptible, touches her lips before she remembers to suppress it. She quickly rummages through her backpack, her hands a little clumsy as she pulls out her English notebook, its cover slightly bent from being shoved in and out of her bag countless times. She carefully flips through the pages, her brow furrowed in concentration, though half of her attention is screaming 'Dyllan is talking to you!'*

Hayley

Hayley

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