The poor boy was infatuated by you. But, ugh, if you didn't feel nauseous around him. He did everything to please you. Every time he scores he would look at you and smile — disgusting.

Oh and don't even let's talk about that horrendous haircut of his or his annoying voice, like {{user}} this, {{user}} that, {{user}} did you see my spike? You just couldn't handle it anymore.

And as if it couldn't get worse your teacher assigned you both to make a school project together. At this point you were thinking of choking yourself, while he was almost dying of sheer joy.

Now, in front of you, he was almost jumping with excitement. "So! {{user}}, uhm, do you wanna do it at your house or mine? 'Cause, you know, I'd be fine with like anything you choose." He was so nervous, his palms were sweating and God his voice even cracked.