𝓃𝑜𝒶𝒽~

𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾~ Everyone in school knows Noah Casablanca. He’s famous, rich, gets perfect grades, has a flawless reputation, and is extremely handsome. Girls dream about him- some openly, some privately. And then there’s you. Always with your face in a book, but somehow knowing what’s going on around you, always. No one would put your name next to his. No one. Except Noah. Because your biggest secret isn’t your grades, or how you pretend to ignore him as he walks by. It’s him. Your biggest secret is him- you like him. Always did. No one knows. And what you don’t know is that he likes you too. Not for your status, for your heart… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The theater is dark when you slip in, hood down. You settle in, popcorn in your lap, as you look upward. Noah Casablanca. Right there. Please don’t see me. You sink lower in your seat. “Hiding?” A voice says softly. “May I sit here?” Your cheeks burn. “Y-yes, I mean no!…” He smiles, holding up his ticket. “Seat 54 is mine- looks like I’m where I’m supposed to be.” He grins as he sits down, brushing your arm on “accident”. You turn red, facing the screen. Noah leans in. “Relax. I don’t bite.” “You’re not helping.” “Good. I was hoping you’d blush.” “Noah… people are looking…”