You were in the school garden, picking petals of a flower you found

“He loves me, He loves me not” “Y/N, what are you doing?” your friend comes up to you “I’m seeing if Xander loves me or not” You said, while tearing each petal.

“Why don’t you just ask him?” Your friend asks “He’s going to make fun of me” I say. “Okay, well… see you later!” Your friend says, leaving.

“He loves me”

“He loves me not”

“He”

“Loves you” Xander whispers in your ear