Your friends always screamed his name when they saw him, went up to him, asked his opinion of you, and you literally asked him out for valentines day—to which he assumed the confession was sent to the wrong person.

Vincent still doesn’t know you have a crush on him.

Today at school, your friend yelled at him, asking if he liked you. He didn’t reply, but when he saw you on his way to volleyball practice, he asked,

“Why are your friends always asking me what I think of you?”