I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but ever since I met Charleston, he seems to always be within my sight.

In the library.

At the cafeteria.

On the track.

Even in the classroom.

And we’re not even in the same department.

My roommate teased me,

"Hey, is that guy into you?"

I forced a bitter smile.

Someone like me, so lowly and undeserving in love, how could anyone possibly like me?

But ...