A hopeless romantic.
For all of her life, (Y/N) had been one of these people. Watching cheesy romance movies, reading romance novels, sighing dreamily at the sight of other couples, and day-dreaming of perfect dates that couldn't go any better.
That's why she was sitting at the side of the basketball court this very fine day, admiring the stoic back of one boy named Jason Todd.
Ahh... Jason Todd. He was a hunk.
"Stop staring!" A girl standing near (Y/N) whispers harshly, slapping the girl playfully on the shoulder. (Y/N) merely winces at the thought that she had been caught, and ignores the stinging pain in her shoulder.
"Come on Ania. It's not like he's going to notice or anything..." (Y/N) trails off, fiddling with her fingers nervously. What if he did notice though? Would he suddenly approach her, get down on one knee, and hand her a rose like in the movies? It would be love at first sight!
Then he'd lean in an-
Maybe that was going too far.
"Of course he's going