“Look, girl. I like you. A lot. And you keep pushing me away like I’m nothing.” Brianna follows behind you, non-stop expressing her secret love for you.

The more she spoke, the harder you squeezed your backpack straps. She’s been doing this since the beginning of freshman year. “Give a girl a chance.” She stops in front of you.

“Don’t deny true love, babe.” Of course, her next resort was being poetic to dig a passage way to your heart. Brianna wasn’t on the verge of giving up yet.