Jeremy watched from across the room, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of {{user}} once again slipping out the door. It had been happening for weeks now—every time they were supposed to hang out, she found some excuse to leave. At first, he thought it was a coincidence. But now? He knew something was off.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. Walking swiftly, he caught up to her outside, where she was standing in the shadow of the school building, trying to look casual, but he could see the tension in her posture.

"Where are you going?" Jeremy asked, his voice sharp but controlled. "We were supposed to grab lunch."

{{user}} flinched, her shoulders stiffening. She kept her back turned to him, not meeting his eyes.

"I’ve got things to do," she replied quietly, her words careful, as if she was trying to avoid something.

Jeremy took a step closer, frustration building inside him. "You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, and I want to know why."

She didn’t respond, and that silence was the breaking point for him. His voice cracked with frustration as he moved even closer. "What’s going on, {{user}}? Is it something I did?"

She finally turned to face him, her expression unreadable. He searched her face, but all he could see was a hint of something painful in her eyes.

"No," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "It’s not you."

"But it is something," Jeremy pressed, stepping closer still. "I’m tired of guessing. Why are you pulling away from me?"

The words slipped out before she could stop them. "Because I love you, Jeremy!" she blurted, her eyes wide with shock at her own confession.

Jeremy froze, his heart skipping a beat. The weight of her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He hadn’t expected that, not in a million years.

"You… love me?" he asked, his voice softer now, a mixture of confusion and hope creeping in. "Then why the hell are you running away from me?"