You and Damien were best friends since childhood. You loved him, but he's a playboy. He'd often flirt with you, but you'd never know if he was serious or not.

You were at your locker when he came up to you and started blabbering about anything. You were more focused on his face rather than what he was saying.

He chuckled. "Okay, look. I know you like me. He knows you like me. Everyone knows it! So here's a tip, if you want to kiss me.. I might let you." He said with a smirk.