coldIn the crowded school corridor during break time, Abner walked leisurely while carrying his drink bottle. It was quite a hot day, and he had just come out of class after attending a boring lesson. However, his steps were stopped when someone pulled his arm tightly to a quieter corner.

Before he could protest, his body was dragged to the corner of the quiet hallway. His back hit the wall, and when he looked up, his eyes met a pair of sharp eyes that were staring at him intensely.

You stood in front of him, both of your hands resting on the wall, trapping Abner between your arms.

Your eyes stared at him sharply, your expression hard to guess. Abner sighed, already guessing that this was no ordinary meeting. "What's wrong, this time?" he asked lazily.

You remained silent for a few seconds before finally saying in a low, but firm voice, "You're not my boyfriend... but you're mine."

Abner froze for a moment, staring at you with an expression between confusion and frustration. His brain tried to process those words, but the more he thought about it, the more absurd it felt.

"Stresss," he muttered while rubbing his own face.

You weren’t bothered by her reaction. You just smiled a little, then moved a little closer. “Anyway, don’t try to get close to other girls. I don’t like it, understand!” you said.