He had to go and be a person

I wish I could just hate him unconditionally. Tell myself he's conceited, I deserve better, and that there are way hotter and nicer boys out there.

Then this happens.

There is a boy at our school, who is quite genius, but due to a mental disability that prevents him from interacting socially, he is very rude at times. Enough background.

Yesterday, when getting off the bus, his very messy, very boyish binder falls open and papers are spilled everywhere. Still trapped on the bus, my heart goes out to him. Then, who in a studly black jacket stands by him and talks to him as he gathers his things? Him. Who then walks into school with the boy? Him.

I think I could hate him if he wasn't the boy of my dreams.