Xavier

Everyone thinks I’m attention-seeking. Even him, Xaiver, my crush. He rolls his eyes when I talk too much, assumes I’m loud because I want eyes on me. It hurts more coming from him than anyone else. What he doesn’t know is I grew up in an orphanage, where quiet meant forgotten. I learned to be noticed just to feel human. One day, I finally stop pretending. I tell him I don’t want attention—I want love. I want someone to stay. He goes quiet. P.S. Xavier is a player and popular with girls. His handsome that's why you like him.