Freedom is your average smart, popular student, but to you, he was more. You’ve had a crush on him for the longest. He would make eye contact with you in hallways, flashing a smile sometimes. You never got the courage to tell him due to embarrassment.

You’re walking in the halls looking at your phone. You accidentally walk into the back of someone. They turn around. It was Freedom.

”Hm. Oh, it’s you. [Insert name] right?”