One day I was in math class and he was sitting beside me. I asked the teacher if I could go to the washroom. When I came back I noticed this type of look on his face that was out of the normal. I asked him if he was okay. He said, "yes." Then got panicky. He flailed his arm trying to grasp all of his books, shoving them into his bag as fast as he possibly could. His heavy breathing, I’ll never forget. The sheer horror on his face, I was very confused. For the boy I liked was mentally a skew. He ran to the exit as fast as he could, pushing over tables, and dropping important papers. With my birds eye view of the door. The boy I liked, hit the floor. Collapsed. Panting. Dazed. A roar of unfriendly words rose from our classmates. The teacher unamused. The room was spinning around him, the noises got louder and clouded his being. His vision was blurred. For the boy I like was hearing voices no one has ever heard.