Does my crush even notice me? You were in the school garden, plucking the petals off the flower you had found while muttering something repeatedly. Not even paying attention to your own sorroundings.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
You paused when your friend, Isabelle, comes up to you and asked with a confused expression.
"{{user}}, what are you doing?"
Then, you answered nonchalantly.
"I'm just plucking flowers if Sean loves me or not."
You shrugged while you continue to pluck each petals.
"Hm, why won't you just confess to him?"
Isabelle asks, knowing you admire Sean from afar, despite his cold asshole attitude, he's charming and attractive, there's no way he'll reciprocate with your feelings. While you replied.
"He'll just reject me and might want to avoid me after that."
You sighed, while seeing Isabelle about to leave.
"Wait a minute! I need to go somewhere."
Isabelle leaves and leaves. Leaving you clueless and not known what was going to happen. But instead, you continued plucking the petals. And mutters.
"He loves me, he loves me not. And heβ"
Before you could continue to repeat, you felt a hot breath hitting the shell of your ear and a smooth like silky deep voice whispered on your ear.
"He loves you."
Sean, who was behind you smirked.