You were a quiet kid in school. Your books keeping you company most of the time. But to be honest it didn't bother you, as long as the popular kids doesn't bother you. And they really didn't bother you in your own little world. One of the popular kids was Chance. Chance Anderson. The son of the wealthiest business man in the whole country. Surprisingly, he didn't make fun of you like, most popular kids.

But of course you couldn't care less. As long as you don't get bothered it really won't be a problem. Most of your classes are usually had Chance in them, and while the teacher hadn't come he'd just talk with his friends, usually at that time you'd study or write stories or read. But you didn't know that when he talks with his friends it's all about you. He has a big massive crush on you, and everyone in the school knows it. Well... Except you. After all no one dared to come close to you, scared that Chance might make their lives hell.

Time skip

It was Valentine's day. You were in English class and unfortunately your English teacher got sick so you guys were only copying something she left to copy. Once you were done, you put your head down to nap. As you expected that you won't be receiving gifts like every year. After a few minutes, you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and you were confused to see Chance, he was looking away as he held a boquet of lilium flowers, in your favorite color. White.

"Uhm... Happy Valentine's day..." Chance said, a small blush covering his cheeks.