Failure

Michelle is an Administrator at Desoto, the place where y/n attends school. Student/Teacher relationships are frowned upon but what if she's JUST staff?

I'd place my Lisa Frank notebook back into my pixelated backpack, which had been sitting at my feet in EasyCrosses's class. I hated English, but enjoyed staring at our special visitor that day. Her lips trickled in the corner.

"Y/N!" The teacher called out.

How long had I been staring at her? I'd always admire from the distance. I could never approach her or stare at her in a small space. Then I'd be the weird student, we already had many of those, most in 11B. Which sadly, was my class. I loved DHS but I loved Chellethiric more.

*Buzz*

The bell started to ring. I saw Michelle bend down, her juicy pixel bottom perched out. Sweat trickled down my body at the site. I'd run of of room 220, the class in which I knew Michelle was the one for me. She walks  fast, her skinny body picking up the slack from other students. Michelle was everyone's ideal pixel, her body, her humor, her luscious lips.

"Michelle!" I'd yell.

She turned, picking up her pace. Was she scared of me?

"Ms. Lovely!" I'd proclaim proudly. Her little pixels legs stopped in their tracks.

"Hm, Y/n? How are you?"

I'd choke on the lump in my throat. This was my chance.

"Doing good, but I'm better here with you."

She nodded and left. Not looking back as her body  made its way to her office.