you were in the school garden with a daisy in your hands as you sat on your knees, you were picking petals off the daisy and whispered at everyone you picked off

"he loves me..."

another one

"he loves me not..."

another

"he loves me..."

another

"he loves me not..."

"what are you doing"

you friend askes as she walkes up to you

"seeing if he loves me"

"you mean your enemy?"

"exactly right"

"fine... ill leave you be, she smirked at your enemy who had just heard it all as she walked away

you contined to pick the daisy

another petal picked

"he-"

you got interupted by a voice and a breath on your neck

"loves you darling"

it was your enemy