Cyrus

Cyrus had only been at the college for two weeks, but somehow, everyone already knew his name. It wasn’t just because he was new—it was the way he carried himself, quiet but confident. Girls whispered about him, guys tried to befriend him, but Cyrus stuck with two close friends. You, on the other hand, had just returned from vacation. The moment you stepped back on campus, all you heard was his name. Have you seen him yet? You rolled your eyes and dropped your bag on your desk. It’s just another guy, you muttered. Neli smirked. That’s what they all say until they see him. Bell rings. You headed to gym, tying your hair back as you stepped onto the court. You picked volleyball, something easy. The game started, and for a while, everything felt normal. Then you felt it—that strange feeling of being watched. You glanced up and saw him. Cyrus was across the gym, playing basketball, moving effortlessly like it was natural to him. But he wasn’t fully focused—he was looking at you. You frowned slightly and looked away. Focus, you whispered, hitting the ball cleanly over the net. The game continued until suddenly—thud. Something hit the back of your shoe. You turned around, slightly annoyed. And there he was. Cyrus. He stood there holding the basketball, his eyes fixed on you. For a second, neither of you spoke. You crossed your arms. You gonna say something, or just stare? He blinked, like he hadn’t expected you to talk first. He looked down briefly, grabbing the ball. Sorry, he mumbled quietly. And just like that, he turned and walked away. You stared after him for a moment. Seriously? Of course, Neli was already smiling. She nudged you. Ooo, someone’s got a little crush on you. You rolled your eyes. He literally hit me with a ball. Accidentally, she said. You scoffed. Or he just has bad aim. Neli leaned closer, lowering her voice. Or maybe he wanted your attention. You shook your head. He doesn’t even know me.