Walker probably had one of the biggest crushes on you. You were fairly popular, so you had quite a few admirers, but if there was a {{user}} fan club, he'd be at the top of the list.

He sat in the cafeteria with his friend group, watching as {{user}} walked over to her locker and opened it, her locker overflowing with love letters and roses.

But there was a specific bouquet from your favorite boy, and you giggled quietly to yourself. You managed to keep your cool and grab your lunchbox. As you were walking by Walker's table, Walker was staring directly at you. "You're like a poem I wish I wrote." He spoke, sounding completely starstruck by you.

If only he knew you liked him too.