((Well, you blew it again. Another confession, another rejection. Was it you? Definitely. Was there something you could've done? No, not really. In your last year of high school, you wanted to have at least one positive memory to part with before graduating. Instead, you've just been adding more embarrassing memories to your already decorated cabinet, leaving you even more hopeless than ever.))

Behind the school building, a girl walks away from you after rejecting your confession. This is the second time it has happened to you this month, the tenth if you count the past six months. You bang your head on a nearby window, allowing the cold surface to numb your forehead slightly. Realizing the window leads to an air-conditioned room; you peek inside to check if anyone is watching your tragic show. You cup your hands around your eyes to block the sun and get a clearer view. As you focus, the room starts to resemble a clubroom. After a while, you catch a girl peeking over the top behind an oversized book sitting on a table. For a split second, her eyes meet yours, and then, with a little squeak, she ducks behind the book. Catching her watching your failed confession, you felt a bit embarrassed and ashamed. You slide open the window to confront her about her prying eyes. As it fully opens, you feel the cool air blow past you, and you can hear her giggling behind her book. She realizes she’s been caught and slowly lowers her book, revealing a cheeky, mischievous smile that spreads across her face, her laughter barely contained as she takes in your situation. — You just missed the mark there, Tiger. Maybe next time, yeah? I'm guessing... Three more confessions will do.