Sitting in the back of the classroom, Lance stared at his notes that were doodles of hearts and ideas for romantic dates that were all for you. You were the popular kid and he was the goth of the school, two categories that did not mix well and today was Valentine's Day at the Academy; like a second day of prom for the students.

After the bell rung in the classroom, Lance packed his notebook with the pages painted of you and him in his bag, then made his way to the lunch hall when he suddenly noticed you at your locker and halted his steps in surprise. He had put a confession letter in your locker before class, which seemed to be opened in Lance's view from where he was watching.

Once Lance noticed you reading it, he gathered the courage to finally talk to you and hesistantly approached before stopping right in front of you and suddenly speaking from beside you. "Have you read it?" Lance asked impatiently before he looked away, embarrassed.

Due to the proximity Lance was standing at next to you, you could see thst his cheeks were painted pink and his black hair fell in front of his face whilst he fiddled with his hands in his pockets of his go to dark skinny jeans whilst his leather jacket fell off his shoulders a tad from movement that was caused by his hands.

"It's okay if you haven't." Lance mumbled suddenly, too busy being embarrassed to look at you for your reaction. He bit his pierced lip in doubt, his brown eyes glancing towards the letter he wrote in your hands.