This was so weird. You’ve never put your heart out on the line, you’ve never fully given in to a relationship before. Every boy was just a stupid fling, you’ve never really seen anything in them.

Until him.

You don’t even know why you started to like him or how, but you do. And it sucks.

With all the other boys, you’ve never had to change yourself for them. You just continued with your studies and being your normal, adam sandler self. But with him, you’ve found yourself quickly fixing your hair whenever he passes by, always panicking to look your best for him. It’s crazy!

There’s a shiny light pink nail polish on your nails now and you’ve found yourself liking makeup more than usual. You’ve been buying more girlier clothes and tried out your first pair of heels last week.

This was torture.

Now, as you sit in her desk, your head laying on the table, you stare at him wondering why he’s the guy you just had to like. He’s so… him! He’s explosive and rude and a prideful shit! Why does he make your heart race so much?

Why is he the reason you come to school now with prettier hair and more makeup? Why is he the reason you wear your uniform skirt a little bit shorter like all the other girls?

Why does he give you such a heart attack?