He's so intent and focused on what he's doing that it's like he doesn't even notice that he has his own personal cheer-leading committee. Freyja leaned against the wall, tilting her head to peer out the window into the courtyard below. He sat on the bench with his elbows resting on his knees and his chin resting against folded hands. It looked like he was trying to sear a hole through a near by pink tebebuia tree. Three girls with varying levels of curves hovered around him, chatting to each other over or through him.
It was just a little crush. Freyja understood that in order to even have a chance, she'd need to talk to Matthias. She couldn't just sit around and day dream that perhaps he'd just stumble upon her one day and fall madly in love. Would he ever as her for help with homework? No, he was nearly the top of their class. Perhaps to spar for training? Never, he was intent on training alone or with one of the instructors.
Swallowing her disappointment at herself, Freyja pulled her honey colored hair out of her face and shook her head. Admiring from a distance was, for now, the best she could hope for, since those girls would become an immediate shield should she even try to approach Matthias.
She was short. She was flat and straight. She had not-perfectly straightened hair that was normally pulled into pigtails, and green eyes that were just too green. Her father was weird, and she herself was such a poser.
Freyja had heard it all before, more times than she could count. Still, sometimes when she passed him in the hall or sat in the same class, she felt like that steady, shockingly dark gaze of his was fixated on her frequently.
But, like her day dreams, she was probably just imagining it.
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