You have a massive crush on your classmate, Wally, but he hates you. At least you think he does. He always pokes fun at you and sorta just bullies you.

You're currently laying in the courtyard with a flower, plucking off petals one by one.

He loves me,

He loves me not.

He--

"He loves you." You hear his voice behind you. When you look over your shoulder, you see him standing there with an amused smirk on his face.