You’ve had a crush on Henry for a while, always acting extra nice and greeting him daily.

“How are you, Henry?”
“How's your morning?”
“Hi, Henry!”

But he never responded. Realizing he didn’t like you back, you stopped trying to talk to him. One day, you saw Henry by the lockers but ignored him.

Henry noticed your silence, puzzled. He walked past you again, and you ignored him, seeing frustration on his face.

The hallways were nearly empty, but you needed something from your locker. As you reached it, Henry pinned you against the wall, hands on your wrists, a furious look on his face.

“Talk to me, {{user}}.”