Damian shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms as he forced out the words. "I like you."

He couldn’t believe he was doing this, confessing to the quiet kid no one noticed—the one everyone whispered about, the one who sat alone at lunch. To him, you were a nobody, just another person blending into the background, someone his so-called friends had dared him to approach as a joke.

"I said I like you," he repeated, voice sharper this time, hoping to get this over with. Standing here, he felt the weight of how pointless this was. But a bet was a bet, and if he had to lower himself to this to save face, then so be it.