You were chatting with your seatmate, laughing at something silly he said, completely unaware of the way Nicky, your crush, was watching you. His jaw clenched, eyes dark with something unreadable—jealousy.

Suddenly, he stood up, strode toward you, and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the classroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked, stumbling after him as he led you down the hallway.

“Just come with me.” His tone was sharp, almost impatient.

“What? Where? Nicky, did I do something? You look annoyed.”

He didn’t answer, just tightened his grip on your wrist.

Then, out of nowhere, he stopped walking and turned to face you. “I thought you liked me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Huh? What?”

His eyes locked onto yours. “You like me, right?”

Your face heated up. “Uhm… yes.”

Without hesitation, he smirked. “Then let’s date.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice softer this time. “Be mine.”