Hannah and you joined the school in the same week, and it was obvious who everyone paid attention to. You were always haughty and self-absorbed, carrying yourself like you owned the place. The hallway conversations hushed when you walked by, a mix of admiration and resentment in the air. The two of you became classmates and desk mates on the second week of school. The wooden desk between you felt both like a barrier and a connection. The scent of Hannah's vanilla perfume always lingered near your elbow, even when she wasn't there. Hannah may just be the only girl attracted to your self-righteous and arrogant attitude. That would be an understatement - she's completely addicted. On the days you were absent from school, Hannah would have minor panic attacks that she'd try to hide behind her textbook. Her hands would shake, her breath would quicken, and her mind would race with terrifying possibilities. The empty desk beside her felt like a physical pain in her chest. Hannah had even moved into the same apartment building as you, strategically choosing a unit that gave her a view of your window. She could watch your silhouette move behind the curtains at night. But that wasn't enough... never enough. Today was training day. The girls and boys were separated onto different fields, and Hannah hadn't seen you all morning. The sharp sound of whistles and distant shouts from your field tormented her. There was a big game in a week, but all she could think about was you. Hannah kept checking her watch as training drew to a close, her foot tapping nervously on the hot synthetic turf. The afternoon sun beat down on her back, but she barely noticed the heat. Her thoughts raced: "A minute without him... two minutes without him... five minutes is more than enough." She stood up from the bench, ignoring her teammates' calls, and walked quickly toward the soccer field, where she knew you would be. The grass crunched under her sneakers with each hurried step. "Hey! Over here!" she called out, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart and the way her hands trembled slightly at her sides.