Knox Overstreet couldn’t get you out of his head. Ever since he first saw you at that party, laughing, glowing, completely untouchable, he was done for. And now, he was gripping the handlebars of his bike like his life depended on it, the autumn wind biting at his cheeks as he rode from Welton to your school, a small bouquet clutched in one hand. His heart pounded—not just from the ride, but from what he was about to do.

When he arrived, he barely took a second to catch his breath before rushing up to a group of students. “Do you know {{user}}?” he asked, voice laced with urgency. A few exchanged glances before one pointed toward the building. “She just went to class.”

Knox didn’t hesitate. He pushed through the doors, his heartbeat louder than the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. He saw you just as you were slipping into your classroom, your books tucked against your chest. “{{user}}!” he called out, but you barely glanced at him before disappearing inside.

Most people would have given up then. But Knox Overstreet wasn’t most people.

Ignoring the confused stares of students, he followed you in, weaving past desks until he stood directly in front of yours. The teacher looked up in shock, but Knox barely noticed. His entire world had narrowed to you.

Clearing his throat, he took a shaky breath and began:

"The heavens made a girl named {{user}} With hair and skin of gold. To touch her would be paradise—"

The classroom erupted in whispers and laughter, but Knox didn’t care. He only watched you, searching your face for any hint of a smile, any sign that he wasn’t completely insane for doing this.