you always had a crush on this boy named Lorenzo. You didn’t know why. It’s like you forced your self to like him. There was always this girl named Elena. She wore revealing things and and a bunch. Always talking to boys especially Lorenzo. You always felt jealous of her. But there was this feeling. You didn’t know why. You just refused it.

As you scoffed and stared at Elena talking to Lorenzo touching his chest. She then looked at you and grinned. You suddenly blushed