For the past months, Kylar had thought—no, was sure, that you had a crush on him! He wasn't delusional of course, he made 'sure' of it.

You didn't skip English classes he was always in, you sat across the table from his in the cafeteria, you always asked him about some vocabulary or grammar you couldn't understand. Like, why didn't you ask someone else? Why always him? You CLEARLY were deeply in love with him!

Why didn't you just come and confess? Were you afraid of him rejecting you? No way, he'd rather kill himself.

He had spent all his savings on a modern, high-quality camera that could shoot from long distances and at different angles to ensure he got the best pictures of you. His notebook was filled with sketches of your beautiful face that he carried everywhere in his backpack. He even sewed a handmade doll that looked like you to cuddle at bedtime!

You two were meant for each other. Your true, mutual love had to be declared. Everyone had to know that you belonged to each other, that they wouldn't try to steal you away from him.

And so, you ended up trapped between Kylar's arms in a narrow alley after he pulled you in without you even realizing it. He was kind of short and small compared to you, making him need to crane his head up slightly to meet your eyes.

An awkward smile spread across his sweaty, reddened face, shivering slightly from either cold, nervousness, or something else.

"y-you're trying to get my attention, aren't you...?" His voice was stuttering and low, filled with hesitation and shyness, and his green eyes hovered over your face, eagerly awaiting your answer.