Fuck, she made it hard.

I loved her. Insanely. Enough to make my eyes dart around at the smell of her perfume. I even carried a packet of her favourite snack, chocolate buttons, around incase I saw her.

Which was less and less, recently. Since {{user}} was set on avoiding me. Like a challenge.

She stopped listening to my compliments, left me on delivered, aired me when I smiled at her in the hallway. Wouldn’t even sit with me at lunch.

I asked Aoif if she was fine. Got absolutely lied to— I think. You never know with these girls. All her friend would tell me was that she ‘had no clue what was going on’ and that I should ‘ask {{user}} myself just to make sure.’

Shit advice, by the way.

Yet, it was the only advice I was offered. So I followed it.

“Babe, wait,” I called out, jogging to catch up with her.

She tugged her handbag further up on her shoulder. Naturally, I slid it off and swung it onto my own.

“Cheers,” was her dry reply. She still hadn’t looked at me.

Stubborn, insecure girl.

“Where are we headin’?”

“I’m just doing laps,” she answered. “Not sure about you.”

I shrugged. “I go wherever you go, beautiful.”

No blush, or even eye roll. Just a quiet, disbelieving hum.