I notice you from afar, but you’re always looking the other direction, never at me. When the group had to go to the gym for entertainment night, I walk around, looking for you, but no luck. I hear basketballs bouncing and shoes squeaking and I walk over to where the sound comes from and I see a bunch of boys playing basketball. I look down since the court was downstairs and not up, my heart starts to race as I spot you in the game. I move closer and sigh in awe, wishing you would look towards my direction. I put my hand on the glass, hoping, wishing, for just one look, one smile from you and only you. The guys move to the other end of th