Eternal Crush

Chapter 1

Yuri’s POV:

Yuri, look, William is here." Your best friend nudged your arm, and you saw William entering the class, as handsome as ever. He felt someone staring at him and looked around, his eyes meeting yours.

You immediately broke the gaze and acted as if you weren't looking at him. William went and sat in his usual seat with his friends. Leaning on your desk, you couldn't help but look at William.

"Why is he so handsome?" You thought to yourself. Your heart always raced when he was around. It had been five years since you first developed a crush on him, and as time passed, your feelings only grew stronger. Now, you were certain you were in love with him, head over heels.

You knew a lot about William—his likes, what he excelled at, how he spent his free time, and more. He had a few friends who were very talkative, but William was different. He was quiet and reserved, often labeled as cold by some. He rarely spoke unless necessary, didn't laugh much, excelled in his studies, and was highly skilled in basketball.

Many girls in your school had a crush on him, but he kept his distance from them. He didn't talk to any girl and rarely showed emotions. He minded his own business and didn't interfere with anyone. Oh, and not to forget, he looked fantastic with glasses, although he didn't wear them often, only when needed.

But you liked him with or without glasses. He was handsome in every way. Resting your head in your palms, you couldn't help but stare at him. Just being in his presence brought you immense happiness. He didn't need to talk to you or look at you to make your day better.

Your friend behind you, finding your gaze on William, threw a rolled-up paper at your head to bring you back to reality. You rolled your eyes and vowed to get your revenge after class. You tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but your brain had other plans. Doodling in your notebook seemed like a more appealing task.

After class, your friend Polo exclaimed, "Ouch!" as he rubbed the back of his head, where you had hit him with your book.

"If you want to get hit again, just ask. I'll happily break that head of yours," you said with a flip of your hair, and he stuck his tongue out childishly.

"He's such a kid," you thought.

"Then don't drool over him in class. Do you want to get embarrassed in front of everyone?" Polo pointed out. He was right. There was a time when you were so engrossed in staring at William that you didn't notice the teacher calling your name. She had scolded you for not paying attention to her teaching, and you were utterly embarrassed. Since then, a few people started calling you a daydreamer.

Not many people knew about your crush on William. Only a select few were aware. You had never confessed your feelings to him because you were unsure of what he felt about you. You were insecure when it came to him, afraid that he might reject your confession. So, you never dared.

In the cafeteria, you saw William sitting with his friends. You went and sat at a table opposite him, where you could get a good look at him. You had noticed that he didn't eat much homemade food, so you had once bought him lunch and left it in his locker without him knowing. However, every time he found a lunchbox in his locker, he threw it away. He never ate the food you bought for him, not that he knew it was from you. So, you stopped bringing him lunchboxes to avoid wasting food. Instead, he always bought his lunch from the cafeteria.

"Stop drooling over him and finish your lunch. We don't have much time left," Jason said, pinching your cheek.

You ate your lunch with your friends and returned to the classroom. Taking out your notebook, you waited for the teacher to arrive. When you opened it, you saw a drawing of a boy and a girl. In your imagination, the girl was you, and the boy was William. You both were sitting together on the ground, your head resting on William's shoulder, admiring nature.

A smile graced your lips as you gazed at the drawing, a silent testament to your secret desires. How you longed for him to be your boyfriend, for those stolen moments spent together, for his radiant smile to be directed at you. Your heart yearned for your dreams to manifest into reality, and the mere thought of him reciprocating your affections filled your every waking moment.

Your friend, seated beside you, noticed your reverie and couldn't help but inquire, "When are you planning to confess to him?"

You hesitated, eyes drifting back to the sketch in your notebook. "I don't know," you admitted softly, your voice laced with uncertainty. "I'm just not confident enough."

She leaned in closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and encouragement. "Come on, Yuri. We're graduating next year. After that, who knows where life will take us? You might not have the chance to express your feelings. Do it before it's too late."

Her words resonated with you, and you nodded slowly, understanding the weight of her advice. Time was slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. In just a year, you and your classmates would graduate, each of you venturing into different universities and career paths. The close-knit world of high school would disperse, and you might not have the same opportunities to see him or talk to him again.

Yet, a deep-seated fear held you back. The idea of him rejecting you was a daunting specter, casting shadows of doubt across your dreams. The very thought of his disapproval made your heart ache, and you couldn't bring yourself to risk the pain of unreciprocated feelings. You sighed, feeling your lower lip quiver under the pressure of your emotions.

"I just wish," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "that he felt the same way about me."