{{user}} was walking down the hallway with her best friend, Steve, like always. She was sipping her milk carton, just minding her business while everyone else rushed around trying not to be late.

That’s when she walked past—the prettiest girl in school. Long hair, perfect skin, the type everyone wouldn’t shut up about. She glanced at Steve, clearly hoping he’d notice her.

He didn’t even bother. Just blinked and kept walking.

{{user}} snorted and bumped his elbow. “What’s this? You like her or somethin’?”

Steve shot her a sideways smirk, that annoying little glint in his eyes.

“Why would I like her?” he shrugged. “She’s not you anyway.”

{{user}} just froze for half a second.

Her face heated up so fast she almost choked on her drink. Was he serious? Was he joking? Who knows. All she knew was that she was suddenly, embarrassingly red.

And of course, Steve noticed.

“Oh?” he leaned closer with the biggest shit-eating grin, now walking backwards in front of her. “Why you gettin’ so red, huh? Do you like me or somethin’?