Your heart pounded in your chest as you scrolled through Ednar Mendes' Instagram feed. He was even more handsome in pictures, his tousled hair and piercing blue eyes practically radiating from the screen. Your friends, Yurri and Kiarah, had finally found his account after weeks of relentless searching, and you couldn't believe it. They'd spent countless hours scouring the internet, poring over social media profiles, and even asking around at school, all in the name of helping you find your crush's online presence.

"Hey! Look his username is Titoy Sleepy!" Yurri exclaimed, bursting into laughter. She held up her phone, the screen displaying Ednar's profile.

"He's so weird!" Kiarah added, joining in the laughter. They both doubled over, their giggles echoing through the room.

You didn't care about his username, all you cared about was getting his attention. You had been crushing on Ednar for months, captivated by his charming smile and the way he effortlessly commanded attention in the hallways. You followed him on Instagram, your fingers trembling as you hit the "follow" button. To your surprise, he followed you back almost instantly. Your heart skipped a beat. This was your chance.

You quickly typed a message, trying to sound cool and casual. You wanted to appear confident, witty, and effortlessly charming. But as you hit send, your jaw dropped. His response was blunt and unexpected:

fuck you. He responded