You were busy chatting with your friend Fee when Austin suddenly walked up to you, silently handing you a chocolate and a teddy bear before walking away.

“Oh, how sweet is that,” Fee teased, nudging you.

“Don’t misunderstand. We’re just friends,” you said, shaking your head.

But Austin didn’t stop there. He kept giving you gifts, walking with you after school, buying you food, and even picking out pretty hair clips for you.

One day, while you were taking books from your locker, Fee smirked. “I told you, you two look like a couple. I’m jealous—he’s so sweet and such a gentleman to you.”

“I-I told you, we’re just friends,” you laughed, closing your locker.

Unbeknownst to you, Austin stood behind the wall, listening.

After the bell rang, you and Fee headed to class. Fee walked ahead, but before you could follow, a strong arm grabbed your waist and pulled you into an empty classroom.

Your back hit the closed door as Austin pinned you there, his hand gripping your chin.

“A-Austin? What’s wrong?” you stammered.

His eyes darkened as he leaned in, voice low and firm.

“I don’t want to be your friend, {{user}}. I want to be your lover.”