Typical stereotype. He's the most popular guy who everyone knows and I'm just the quiet, smart, loves to read girl. The worst thing is there is nothing I can do. We met each other in our first year of going to that school, in art class. It turns out we got seated in the same table with one of my closest friends and his friend. My friend made up this joke and it became an inside joke, but it was between us four, not us two. The only conversation we ever had was when the other two people were at a different table, so we were alone and he asked me what I was doing and I said I was working on the [name] project. Then he just started humming and it was awkward silence. One day, I asked rhetorically, "Can someone please throw a color pencil at [other person in our table]?" And he did it. Next year, he's in the classroom literally right next door (with absolutely no space between doors). We've made eye contact multiple times but he hasn't said a single thing to me. I have to wait two more years till we both go and I can finally tell him how I feel without the whole school being up in our business. Oh, and did I mention his dad is the PE teacher at the school? Love is the worst sometimes.