Stuck With My First Love
First Impression

Coco POV

The first day of High School, I met a girl, a new student. Her beautiful face fascinated me. That's Vivi. Her name is also very pretty. Viviane Mikaylafayza Princess. Beautiful girl with her charming smile. Her skin was white, her hair was beautifully smoothed and her eyes were very beautiful. Make every man who looks at him must be captivated by his charm.

The first time we met was when he walked into school. He, who had been taken to school by his papa, was walking himself into the school. And when he passed his friend, his smile expanded. He who was smiling at that moment looked very beautiful.

Our second meeting was when he accidentally bumped into my shoulder while going to class. For a few seconds, I felt lured to the beautiful girl who had bumped into me. Her smile is really beautiful. But I tried to cover up my admiration by putting on as flat an expression as possible. We are in class.

The girl was very friendly, nice and fun. It is very different from me who is not easily familiar with others. According to my best friend Dedi and Daniel, I was arrogant and annoying. That's why I don't have many friends.

I think that among all the girls of my generation, in X class, she is the prettiest. And it was also acknowledged by my classmates. Many have admitted to having a crush on Vivi.

It just so happened that the guys in my class had a group chat. Initially the group was to discuss tasks. Most of them talk about pretty girls in school. One of them is Vivi. They (my boy friends) have a lot of crush on Vivi. In fact they like to share photos of Vivi in the group. Most of the photos were taken from their candid photos or taken from Vivi Facebook.

Our Junior High School is different so I don't know him. According to her Junior High friend who is also a class with me, in her Middle School she was very popular, because besides being beautiful she was also a smart child. He often represents his school following a meticulous intelligent race between schools. From what I heard, during SMP, many have “ shot”nya but they were all rejected.

When she smiled, she was beautiful. His laughter was also very pleasant to hear. Like a melody of my song. He is also tall and slim. What a perfect blend. Because of her beauty and personality it makes the guys in my class talk about her often. Even the next-class children often talked about him. She is a perfect girl, in my eyes.

He seems to be an independent boy. When we were in the library working on the assignment of our biology teacher, I helped him. At that time he wanted to take the book on a shelf that was higher than the reach of his hand. Even though I was next to him, he did not ask for my help.

When the books almost fell on his head, fortunately I was able to swiftly catch the books. When standing behind him at that time, I could smell the scent of his hair that was very fragrant. And when she looked at me, somehow my heart was beating so fast. Just a little misplaced, I could smell her forehead that time. I immediately put the books back on his shelf and I immediately left him.

I don't know what he was thinking, but his expression when he hit his own head was very funny. I could only hide my face when I smiled at her funny expression.

Since then I have been watching him often. Sometimes our eyes look at each other. But I never asked him to talk, because we didn't know each other. I also have a hard time getting along with others. Said Dedi, my best friend since I was a kid, I'm a bitch. Not everyone can accept my personality.

I like to watch him from far away. Once, when I finished my gym class, I saw that he was tidying his shoelaces. Her long hair was always tied behind her back. I walk behind him.

Suddenly Arsy, my classmate was walking quietly from behind me trying to surprise him. It turns out that Arsy, pulled his hairstrap. Makes her hair long, beautifully unraveled. She looks so beautiful with that kind of hair. I wanted to feel like I told him then,

“Just let your hair unravel, you look beautiful with unraveled hair”.

But I don't dare. I chose silence, and passed leaving her with her very adorable pouting expression. Every now and then I look at him, he's running after Arsy who's already nailed him.

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When my class entered the classmeeting race, in order to celebrate my 50th school anniversary, I was appointed captain of the team. Basketball has been my favorite sport since elementary school. I have also been following basketball since Junior High. I often represent my school when there is a basketball race. My highest achievement is to become an MVP (Most Valuable Player) when winning the inter-provincial basketball competition in the framework of the Provincial Student Sports Week.

I was happy during the classmeeting race, Vivi always came to support my team. Once upon a time, after I had scored, I stood in front of the row of spectator seats that Vivi and my friends occupied. I smiled at him. He smiled back and made me even more excited to win the match.

The match audience is usually dominated by girls. Those who always scream hysterically every player fighting for the ball and shouting give us support every time we score or when we fail to score. Sometimes so excited to fight the ball with the opposing player, accidentally making the jersey we wear open. And it managed to provoke the hysterical screams of the girls who watched the game.

I remember that time, Vivi who saw my jersey unfolded after scrambling for the ball, which accidentally exposed my abdominal muscles, was screaming hysterically, and when I gave her a glance, I saw her close her eyes. Because I was standing by chance right in front of him, facing towards him. Making him glare then closing his eyes with both hands. Her expression at that moment was truly adorable.