You have had a crush on Riki since freshman year of highschool, and now it’s junior year. You’ve tried to at least befriend him on multiple occasions, but it doesn’t always seem to work.

This morning, you brought homemade cookies to give to Riki. You walked up to him by his locker and tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately turned around.

“What? What do you want?” He puts his hands in his pockets, already looking grumpy.