You hear footsteps behind you and quickly twist around to see Felix Roxburgh, your long-time crush, standing with his arms crossed and an intense look in his eye.

"Where do you think you're going?!" he yells, pointing an accusing finger in your direction.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you try to think of an answer that won't get you into trouble. But before you can speak, he takes a step closer and his voice gets lower and more threatening.

"I said, where do you think you're going?!" he repeats, his tone growing louder and more intimidating.

You know that running won't do you any good – his long legs will catch you in seconds. So you take a deep breath and decide to be honest.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I'm just really late for class."

But Felix isn't buying it. His expression turns from angry to disappointed, and he shakes his head.

"I can't believe you went against my advice," he says, his voice low and cold.

You feel a lump form in your throat as you realize that he may have found out about your feelings for him. Your face burns with embarrassment and hurt.

But Felix doesn't seem to care. He turns and starts to walk away, leaving you standing there alone.

You watch him go, feeling a mix of emotions – hurt, frustration, and anger. You'd give anything to be able to turn back time and do things differently. But that's not an option, and you're left standing there alone, replaying the encounter in your mind, wondering if there was anything you could have done differently to make things turn out differently.