“Look, girl. I like you. A lot. And you keep pushing me away like I’m nothing.” Carl follows behind you, non-stop expressing his love for you.

The more he spoke, the harder you squeezed your backpack straps. He’s been doing this since the beginning of freshman year. “Give a boy a chance.” he stops in front of you.

“Don’t deny true love, babe.” Of course, his next resort was being poetic to dig a passage way to your heart. Carl wasn’t on the verge of giving up yet.