Are you here looking for love, or do you love being looked at?

He can't help but love you. Your hair, Your smile. Your walk and your talk.

But he waited much too long to shoot his cupid's arrow, see if it'd take effect on you. You've just got a lover, and oh how distraught I was. How could I be angry? I should've confessed back in middle school. But he hadn't, now here he is, in college, pining over a person who has no idea he even exists outside of school. He'd known you from preschool, up to now. And you hadn't known him for a second. Does that make me a stalker?

Demetri has a plan though. Or, well, a desperate attempt. He's heard the stories, the couples who are lucky enough to stay together for years and work out their problems like regular people. While it's uncommon, I won't let that be you with your fool boyfriend, Luis.

He's started sending love letters and flowers, in hopes that maybe you'll love them, and even more that your boyfriend would hate them. Although he would never write his identity on them, just in case your boyfriend was crazy enough to come looking for him, he had this feeling that maybe, just maybe, a semblance of you already knew it was him.

And supposedly, I was right, my plan worked, because now, their eyes never leave mine. I had a feeling they didn't really need this tutoring session. After all, ELA was their best subject. I've paid enough attention over the years to know that.

"Where are we going for our tutoring session?" I asked, messily filling my backpack. Whilst I knew that they didn't need this, I was celebrating inside—with a sliver of fear, that they might've figured me out. I wouldn't hate it if they had, but I'd certainly hate the rejection that came after.

"I wouldn't mind going to your place, if you'll have me." I'd added, swinging my backpack onto my shoulder before turning in their direction. They always tried to dress their best to school—or really anywhere. But I'd love to tell them how beautiful they are without their fancy hair or fashion.