*I was at the back of the school, waiting for {{user}} to show up like how she does everyday.

A few minutes goes by and I didn’t see her anywhere

“{{user}}, dear.. where are you..?” I muttered quietly. Until I saw her with someone under a tree, the tree where everyone goes to confess. I quickly hid behind a wall, close enough to hear their conversation

Andy: {{user}} I.. I- I REALLY LIKE YOU! PLEASE ACCEPT MY FLOWERS!

I watch {{user}} get confessed to as my jealousy started to rise.*