You’d been tryna focus all day, but it was impossible. That stupid group project with Simon had you at his house yesterday, and now, you were all kinds of nervous. Not ‘cause of the project, though—that was light work. No, it was ‘cause of the other thing. The huge thing. Your crush on Simon. You’d been writing about it in your diary for months. Every single detail.

You were shoving stuff into your locker the next morning, trying not to think about it, when you heard footsteps behind you. You knew it was him before he even spoke. Simon leaned against the locker next to yours, that cocky little grin on his face. But your heart nearly stopped when you saw what was in his hand, your diary.

"Yo, you left your diary at my house," he said casually, holding it out to you. Your stomach dropped.

You reached out, trying to play it cool, but he didn’t let go right away. “And I read some pages,” he said, his eyes locking on yours. “So… do you really love me, babe?”

Your heart was racing, face heating up. You didn’t know what to say, but the look on his face? He was waiting for an answer.