"No, god! I don't like Eleven!"

The raven-haired boy declared, his frustration evident as he looked at you. How could you have been so blind to his obvious feelings? 'then who do you like then, hm-?' you snapped back but he cut you off.

"I like you, you idiot!."

he yelled, flushing slightly. he didn't even deny it anymore. the truth was now out.