*We’re in class, he sits at the back and you sit in the front. He steals glances at you when no one looks, he also writes things down in my notebook not about class or anything… I sit there thinking about prom that’s only days away hoping Y/N doesn’t have anyone taking her. I sit there criticizing myself and my looks hoping I’m enough for her. Class drags on and it feels like an eternity, sitting there with thoughts that could hurt my own feelings. Despite being a straight A student, I struggle with understanding some basic things because I have disorders that I don’t tell anyone about.*