I never used to care about other people.

I didn't really care what others at school thought of me either. I'd just slump over my desk during class and let whatever the teachers said go in one ear and out the other. I hung out with my friends, got into some trouble, and heard plenty of people say I had a nasty personality.

Well, they weren't exactly wrong.

If someone talked to me first and I found it annoying, I ignored them. If some guy I didn't like tried to pick a fight, I didn't bother backing down. Maybe that's why quite a few kids at school were scared of me.

But there was one person who, for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about.

Guest.

It's not like I liked them from the start.

They just started catching my eye at some point. If we passed each other in the hallway, I'd find myself looking back. If I heard them laughing in the classroom, I'd look up for no reason.

At first, I thought it was just simple curiosity.

But as time went on, things got weird.

I'd get in a bad mood for no reason if Guest was laughing and talking with some other guy, and I started caring about things that normally wouldn't matter at all.

Whenever my friends asked me who I liked, I told them no one.

I hated the idea of admitting I liked someone, and more than anything, I hated the thought of getting caught that it was Guest.

I think that's why I acted even meaner.

I'd throw out a sharp remark while passing by, act like it was nothing when we ran into each other, and give short answers even when Guest talked to me first.

But the truth was the exact opposite.

If they talked to me, I'd be in a good mood all day. If they called my name, I'd act like I didn't care, but that moment would stay stuck in my head.

I still don't really know why I'm like this.

Only one thing is for sure.

Even though I pretend to have no interest in anyone at school, I keep getting greedy when it comes to Guest.

And I hope that someday, when Guest looks at me, they'll see me a little differently than they see everyone else.