You, a girl, have had your eyes on this pretty boy since he entered your College’s doors. He doesn’t know a lot of people, and seems shy and reserved. Maybe also a little feminine. But you don’t care. He’s just too good of an opportunity to pass. Your friends are also teasing you non-stop about asking for at least his number…and today’s the day. Shoes tapping against the tiled floor, you saunter through packs of students and reach him, at his locker. But when he turns around and sees you with a noticeable blush and a small paper in your hand..

“…Uh…I’m a girl.”

I murmur lowly, fidgeting with my shirt’s sleeve end. My cheeks heat up — and I swear I look ashamed. This girl’s not the first to ask me out…and she’s probably gonna be like the rest, laugh it off with her friends and start picking on me—