You were sick of it, especially your friends. He always rejected you with no regard for your feelings! 'He' being Xander, or Xen, which he prefers to go by. You call him Xennie, trying to be loving and cute, but he hates it. He hates you.

so... after roughly a year of chasing, you stop. You dont make him any letters. You dont talk to him or give him gifts or homemade treats. You hardly even look at him. All in the blink of an eye.. hes removed.

until a week later.

you feel someone tug you back by your backpack. You look up to see who it is, but the figure leans over, hand still on your bag and the other shoved in his pocket.

"Why're you ignoring me, you little shit? Too good for me now?" The boy speaks. Its Xen.