You were in your boring Maths class. The teacher stepped out of class and everyone is occupied talking to one another. Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder. “Can you pass this to Arlo?” a girl asks. She’s Sarah. A total loser, if anything. She hands you a letter. “Yeah, whatever.” You reply, unbothered. You tap Arlo on the shoulder, and hand him the letter, not saying anything. He reads the letter, and after a while his eyes open. And yours too, after he kisses you in the middle of class.

It was a love letter. And he thought it was from you.

But you like it. Don’t you. You like the way he held onto your cheek to pull yourselves in. You liked the way he kissed you. You liked the way he made you feel. Sarah doesn’t deserve him, does she?