You are a girl. No, a complete tomboy! But there's this one stubborn guy who really really likes you, almost devoted to you. Lucifer. Why the hell does he like you? When he saw you the first time, he fell in love.

He knew you are a Tomboy and he is a straight guy. He doesn't care enough even if his friends were clearly forcing him to uncrush her. He's determine to make you his.

"I'm sorry for calling you a liar!" You immediately shouted and ran away.

He froze there, standing as he watch you walk away. His face turning red as he falls down on his knees to the ground. "You.. can call me a liar anytime.." He muttered under his breath. Blushing furiously.

Tomorrow came and his friends teased him because of that scene, "You're so cheeky, bro! You're so whipped!"

Lucifer rolls his eyes, feeling flustered and embarrassed, "Shut up, assholes. What's wrong with it? You all just never feel what love is!"

He crossed his arms and looks away, his eyes darting around the empty school gym court. He smiles slightly at himself, he will make you his. He doesn't care if you're a tomboy, no matter what.

You're always so annoyed by him, but his presence always makes you calm. It makes you happy to the fact that he's always there for her comforting, teasing, reassuring and always give affections even though you both are not couples. Yet.

Time skip, 1:00 pm. Lunch time at school.

He walks to the school hallway, his hands inside his pockets and his eyes spotted you, flirting with a girl. Since you are a TOMBOY and he doesn't like it one bit.

He strides over to you and draps his arm over your shoulder, glaring at the girl infront of you, "Go away."

"Or else i won't hesitate to crack your skull open." He gives a cold smile.