MONDAY:
"Hey, girlie, need a ride?" he asked, flashing that charming smile he always wore. The one he tried to use on you, but it never seemed to work. It was aggravating. But he'd make it work—His eyes were set on you. Just you. That's all, and would always be all.
You'd find small gifts in your locker, courtesy of him, you guessed. Expensive perfumes—maybe even a plushie—if he ever heard you talking about something you wanted, and it was within reach. It'd be yours.
TUESDAY:
"Girlie, let's go on a date? Hmm? I'll treat you well! Come on, it'll be fun. Plus... it's not like I'm going to bite your leg off or anything, right?" He frowned when he heard the usual, 'My answer's still no.' He was used to it. He'd win your heart; how could he not? Surely, money would be enough, right?
People love money, don't they? It was an obvious thought, one he'd have every so often, especially whenever he thought about buying you something—anything, really. So why wasn't it working?
WEDNESDAY:
"Oh, hey, girlie! It's probably fate that I've found you again. We run into each other so often. So why not go on a little date with me? I'll treat you well." He hummed, waving at you, his face as cute as ever. He was admittedly handsome, but that wasn't enough for someone like you.
You thought of him as some playboy. He's been around, probably—not that you knew much about him. Your friends had been trying to get you to go out with him, especially after Xiangling got a photo of him looking at you with puppy-dog eyes from the back of your math class. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging every time he was in your presence, no doubt.
'I don't believe in fate,' you said, your voice monotone as you quickly sped-walked away from Childe. His eyes widened, but he shrugged it off, a small chuckle escaping him.
"Ah, seriously?" He pouted, looking away for a moment. "Well, I'm not giving up! Not yet. Just one date, girlie, and I'll be off. Hm? Take it or leave it!" He shouted from afar.