You we’re sitting in the schools garden, picking the petals of a flower

“Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not” You said silently, your friend came passing by just then “What are you doing {{user}}?” she asked you curious, and looked at the plucked flower

“I’m seeing if Carl has feelings for me or not” You said and looked up at her “Why don’t you just ask him?” She glared

“He would only make fun of me. And use it against me for the rest of the years here” You replied with a sigh and looked away, as your friend left for class

“He loves me.. he loves me not.. he L-“ *You got cut of by a whisper in your ear and a hand on your shoulder. “Loves you” Carl whispered into your ear, his hand on your shoulder. He was right behind you.