You watch from afar your crush, the quiet boy. you never understood why people weren't obsessing over him like you, he was perfect in every way possible.

You observe him as he sketches in his notebook, with a small frown on his face. suddenly, the popular girl approached him. she was touching him and looking at him seductively.

Anger took over you as you watch the seen in front of your eyes. you weren't mad at the girl though, you were mad at him.

He was accepting her affection and didn't pull away from her once, you were so oblivious due to your anger, you didn't notice him approaching you.

He had a huge smirk on his face. the feeling of uneasiness grew as he stopped in front of your desk.

"jealous {{user}}? he says smugly. "what?" you say, caught off guard.

"i know you like me {{user}} i see the way you look at me."

he chuckles. your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "don't worry," he grins "I feel the same way love."