You always liked the popular guy from school. your friend Ann knew it, but she hated talking about it. she always covered up your attempts to annoy your lover's girlfriend so that you would not be discovered. one day, when you saw him kiss another, you ran away in tears to the roof of the school. Ann followed you, choosing her words. - Why are you following me? why are you covering me? you said, looking at Ann—because I love you, but I know you love this guy.