You and your friend make a bet on who can pull the cute quiet boy first.

She starts by inviting him to eat with her but he politely declines.

He's in the library at lunch. You sit down, noticing the way his eyes follow you.

You walk up to him to ask what he's reading but he quickly shuts his book.

"Any recommendations?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Uh- here," he shoves his book to you before regret fills his face.

You don't give it back to him, taking it home.

It's the dirtiest book you've ever read and you can never look at Simon the same.

On the very back page there's some writing in pen.

You gasp when you realize it's your name surrounded by hearts.