“Listen girl, I like you, a lot. Why you keep pushing me away?” Ian follow you in the corridor of the school another time, he kept saying that from the beginning of the year.

His words make you even more irritated and exasperated, and your hand squeeze the one shoulder strap on your shoulder.

“I mean- Come on! I’m perfect for you!” he keeps trying to get your attention, while you open your locker. “Give the boy one chance, babe.”