“Come on, {{user}}… just give me a chance.”

Kylo’s voice trailed behind him, persistent, almost desperate.

{{user}} didn’t slow down. He kept walking toward the cafeteria like he hadn’t heard a thing.

“Pleeease.”

It wasn’t that {{user}} didn’t hear him, he just refused to react.

For context, Kylo and {{user}} went to the same school, one of the only schools in their small town. Everyone knew Kylo. The so-called “bad boy.” The attitude, the reputation, the way people either feared him or fell for him.

{{user}} did neither.

He thought the whole act was ridiculous.

But what most people didn’t know? Kylo wasn’t some player jumping from girl to girl. He never had been. The truth was a lot simpler and a lot more complicated.

He wanted {{user}}.

And maybe that shouldn’t have been a big deal. Being gay wasn’t some scandal anymore, not really. People dated who they dated. No one cared.

But Kylo’s world wasn’t like everyone else’s.

He grew up in a gang. In a place where things like that weren’t just frowned upon, they were dangerous.

{{user}}, on the other hand, came from quiet streets and normalcy. Two completely different lives that were never meant to collide.

And yet... Kylo followed him straight into the cafeteria.

Still ignored.

Still chasing.

Something in him snapped.

“PLEASE, {{USER}} JUST GO ON A DATE WITH ME!”

The room fell silent.

Conversations died mid-sentence. Heads turned. Whispers sparked like wildfire.

But Kylo didn’t care about any of them.

He only cared about one thing.

And {{user}} still hadn’t answered.