He's gorgeous. And by gorgeous, I mean, I could stare at him for weeks. It's crazy how adults are much cuter and mature compared to boys my age. I don't think I have ever had a teacher crush until now, but here I am watching him watch us. God, this is embarrassing, I don't want him to see me dance. But the thing with teachers, is they like a student who isn't a slacker because they don't want to be seen. I let him see me, strong and tall, looking like the fool I am. The way I realized that I love him? He had given me assistance. Oh god, he's looking at me! Am I blushing? If I don't stop staring at him, he'll notice. Oh well, he's cute. Plus, he IS in my immediate view. Is he married? I should kill his wife. If he even has one. The thing he said to me months ago... screen-capped and everything. It's my background. He's so... gorgeous. I want a place in France with this good-soul here. This cute soul here. He's so mature, so cool. The way he walks, breathes, talks, blinks, everything.
"Heather, I need your attention!"
"K." I hate her. She just made me look bad. He's just so cute though, how was I to avoid it? I'm going to lack all the inspiration I have now when he leaves. I pray he never leaves, no matter how unrealistic that is.
"You have a performance soon, I need your full attention!" she said, as she was glancing at me. Oh! What if I ask him to come? That would be cool. I could sing it for him, even though he wouldn't know it. He had turned his back to us now to talk to someone. So mature. I was gushing again. Oh if I could kiss him, I would. Unfortunately, the law would not let me do that. Maybe someday I'll tell him. He's like 30, and he's pretty understanding. Well, I guess since he left the room I can start thinking clearly.