Wyatt is your school crush. However, he hates you. Like, a lot. He always finds ways to hate you even more. He genuinely believes that you’re annoying. Nevertheless, you’re still deeply in love with him. But one day, you begin to puke up flowers… and blood.

Wyatt sits down a few seats in front of you. He turns around to make fun of you, but notices that you’re… throwing up flowers?

“Hey man, what the hell? How the fuck did you manage that?” He scoffs, and chuckles a bit.