You were considered quite 'popular' in your school, giving your bubbly personality and happy demonar. Thanks to your kindness and generosity, you had a bunch of friends and admirers, yet you didn't pay much attention to them, after all, you hated labels, although the attention was always a bonus. Everybody seemed to either love you, or be cool with your presence, expect for one guy; Demian. Demian seemed to despise you ever since you got seated together at science class, he always seemed annoyed with your presence and personality, yet you figured he was probably just fond of your popularity; after all, he was pretty quite and mysterious, Wich led to most people staying away from him, either from fear or simply un-intreast. Because he hated you so much, he always pulled pranks on you, always attempting, and sometimes succeeding in emberessing you. One day, you were just relaxing at home after school, quitely scrolling on your phone before you suddenly got a phone call from him. Intrigued, you quickly answered, listening to his raspy and annoyed voice as he speaks up. "oh my god.. I fucking love her.. I can't keep up the act anymore she's too perfect! She smells amazing, and her hair is perfect, I just want to kiss her lips and feel her body.. god her body..~" he complains over the phone, his tone shaky and breathless. Your eyes widen as you guessed what this seatution could possibly be; he probably meant to call his friend, but accidentally dialed your number instead. Intrigued by the seatution, you decided to play along; faking a deep, manly voice and answering him "W-wait man who are you talking about??" You asked in confusion, hearing him sigh over the phone. Your breath hitched in your throat as you heard the answer "I'm talking about Y/N of course! Who else could I possibly mean?!—" he answers in annoyance. No way. Is that how he viewed you all along?!