Hey People :]

This is a story for anyone that has ever had a hopeless crush. The title is taken from "Kill The Director" by The Wombats. Give it a listen :]

I'd like to dedicate this to the love of my like, a.k.a "That guy I'll never work up the courage to talk to."

I've Met Someone That Makes Me Feel Seasick...

They'd warned him. Spartacus, Gannicus, even that self-righteous prick Crixus; they'd all warned him: knock out your required sequential science credits before it's too late. "It's tedious," they lamented. "It'll take time away from classes you actually need to worry about," they warned. Agron listened to his friends' well-meaning advice and let it gently drift over his head. He personally blamed it on the Vogt stubbornness. It had caused much unnecessary pain and suffering for his family. The shared trait is why, in an act of little sibling rebellion, his baby brother decided to enroll and is currently miserable at the "University of Capua" instead of attending "Capua State" with his successful older brother. And all because Agron had casually told Duro that he'd probably love state. The stubbornness of Vogts didn't end with the immediate family. Just last year his cousin, Saxa, started dating the douchiest of douchebags. Friends and family encourage her to end things before he screwed up, but she wouldn't listen. In the end Nemetes landed his ass in jail after trying to buy cocaine from an undercover cop. Stubbornness has plagued their family for generations and Agron cursed it as he, now a senior criminal justice major, walked into his geography lab…

"…"Emergency. Please Exit The Building Immediately. Emergency. Please Exit The Building Immediately. Emerge…"

"What the fuuu-" Agron looked around in order to find the source of the sound. The bright lights of the fire alarms flashed intermittently.

"Attention, everyone." The smooth voice of his lab instructor called out. Her honey blonde hair was in a short pony tail at her neck and her face was obscured by thick, black-framed glasses. In her hand, she held a sack of lab write ups from last week. "Just use the ramps to get out of the building. This honestly shouldn't take too long; somebody probably left a Bunsen burner on or something. I expect to see you all back here in, like, twenty minutes."

Perfect. It was only the second lab, but Agron felt done with the entire class. As he followed his classmates out of the building, he silently regretted all of his life choices. At least it wasn't raining outside.

The pair of sliding doors that served as an exit opened to the school's plaza. Not surprising at eleven am, with everyone either at class, the library, or home, the area was nearly empty. Agron claimed a stone bench and pulled out his iPod. Sitting alone listening to the Indian hip hop his roommate had him hooked on, Agron noticed some people in his class glomming on to each other and making conversation. Perhaps this was a sign he needed to actually make friends in his classes. There are always the people he sat next to, some dude named Jay and a girl with braids that didn't feel the need to introduce herself. The only time they'd spoken last class was to compare calculations on the total relief for contour intervals. Stimulating stuff.

'I might as well do something productive.' Agron thought to himself. Reaching to his right to grab his paperback copy of 'Salem's Lot buried in his bag, he noticed he wasn't the only one with the idea to read. Sitting about 3 yards away was probably the most casually beautiful guy Agron had ever seen. His glossy black hair tumbled to his shoulders in waves, highlighted by the sun. His jawline hinted some stubble and his pink lips were curved downwards as he continued to read.

A significant amount of time must have passed with Agron creeping on cute guy, because said guy along with some of his classmates moved to re-enter the building.

"Fuck." Agron pulled his headphones out of his ears and shoved his iPod in his backpack. Clare Hall, the building in which several lab courses were held, was a converted parking garage i.e. it had ramps instead of stairs. This made Agron's jog to the third floor relatively easy. He made it back to his class just as his teacher opened the door. Agron resigned himself to being to being last in line to sign the attendance sheet. Whatever, it's not like you get extra credit for being first in line.

Arms above his head attempting to stretch out his 6'2", Agron's eyes were once again drawn to wavy black hair.

"Holy Shit!"

Cute guy was in his lab, meaning he has to be in the same geography class. So what? The lecture hall is filled with over 100 people every Monday and Wednesday. Cute guy could be sitting anywhere. No big deal.

No big deal. At least, that's what Agron tried to tell himself when he walked into the sterile looking lecture hall. As it was the first time Agron had arrived toclass early, he was surprised to see the room nearly empty. The last few classes he'd been forced to sit in random locations, due to availability. Not this time. He looked down the aisle and chose the seat near the wall. This was only the fourth class, so he didn't really consider what he was doing as "seat stealing."

As the class began filling up and the time moved closer to 1:30, Agron prepared himself for another class of covert Candy crush playing. He couldn't really blame his professor, a middle-aged brunette women with a reedy voice, for his lack of interest. He chose this class, for better or for worse.

The theme of his thoughts didn't change as a yellow legal pad that served as the "official" attendance sheet reached him. He gave his signature a little flourish and turned in his seat to hand it off to the next row. Pretty run of the mill.

Of course this is the first time the warm brown eyes of 'Cute Guy' greeted him.

Agron felt his heart clench then painfully plummet into his stomach. Damn it.

Crushes are the absolute worse.