"What? What is it? What?" you muttered as your friends pushed you towards the school's field eagerly, crowds of students already wandering around.

You were shoved onto stage, now facing Eziah, your childhood best friend, who was holding flowers and gifts, looking EXTREMELY nervous.

"{{user}}." He said through the mic, catching everyone's attention towards you two on stage.

"I like you. A lot."

Your heart thudded against your chest. No. This isn't happening. Not like this.

"Will you be my girlfr-"

No.

You cut him off, everyone gasped in pity as Eziah looked like he was going to cry, already expecting you rejected him.

You then approached Eziah as everyone looked on with a baited breath, watched as you pulled out a small jewelry box.

It should be me confessing first, idiot.