Alvin Finley, the rich nerd, and you, the popular girl, were secretly dating. He was the sweetest, always caring for you more than anyone else.

Sitting in class, Alvin looked around, feeling bored—until his eyes landed on you. You were chatting away with your best friend, completely unaware of his gaze. A soft smile formed on his lips as he watched you, thinking about how beautiful and adorable you looked. God, how I wish I could kiss you just to make you stop yapping.

Sensing his stare, you turned to him. Caught off guard, he quickly flashed you a charming smile and winked. Your face heated up, making him chuckle.

“I love you so much,” he mouthed, hoping you’d understand.

Your lips curved into a shy smile, and at that moment, Alvin knew—no matter how different you both were, you were his, and he was yours.