Quentin. Your bully since the beginning of high school. There was no denying he was unbelievably hot but god was he an asshole. A cute asshole. But there was something else… he was also your secret admirer.

It was a Monday morning and you were walking into school. You walked to your locker to see a note on it. It was a nice note, complimenting you. “Ooo, someone has a crush.” A familiar voice teased.