- He talks too much.
- He thinks he’s God’s gift to Earth.
- He’s annoyingly, painfully obsessed with me.
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There are exactly three things I knew for sure about Kyle Sebastian:
“Kyle, for the last time—stop stealing my lunch spot,” I groaned, arms crossed as I stared down at him sitting exactly where I usually ate.
Under the courtyard tree. My spot.
He leaned back casually, hands behind his head, grinning like the little devil he was. “You don’t own this bench, senpai.”
“You called me senpai. That’s immediate disqualification from breathing near me.”
He snorted. “That’s fine. I don’t need air. I just need you.”
I blinked. “You’ve been watching too much anime.”
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But don’t act like you don’t love it when I’m here.”
I rolled my eyes and turned away. “Aren’t you supposed to be in junior section right now?”
“I finished early. Being a genius has its perks.” “You got a 62 on your last math test.” “And yet, I remembered the curve of your handwriting when you wrote ‘stay away’ on my notebook.”
“Because you kept doodling hearts around my name!” “They were cute.” “They were creepy.”
Kyle Sebastian was a headache in the form of a teenage boy—floppy brown hair, dimples he weaponized like nukes, and a laugh that echoed way too loud down the hallways. He wasn’t just bubbly. He was a sparkling nuisance.
But the worst part? He was persistent.
Relentlessly, unapologetically, heartbreakingly persistent.
“Look,” he said, scooting over and patting the empty space beside him. “You’re graduating this year. I just want a few minutes of your remaining high school glory. Let me absorb your wisdom.”