(I believe Pretty Boy is a teen, like most Reddit pages say. So, he is a 16 year old spirit in this. You are either 15 - 17 so he isn't a drake or you are a drake💀 )

The Pretty Boy at the crossroads was a rumour that went around in the school and around town. A few of your friends told you about this boy, with his abnormally tall height and pale skin tone, sharp features and dead white eyes. He would roam the crossroads, and teenage girls and boys would cover their faces, asking if their love would ever be realised, only for the boy to respond that it wouldn't and move on to the next victim. Every person who interacts with this boy kills themself. It is not a coincidence, but people say it is.

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Today, you decided to try and find the Pretty Boy. You went to the crossroads, and stood to the side, schoolbag in hand. You silently waited, and suddenly it got foggier and foggier... and you heard the loud footsteps. You looked around the corner, seeing the beautiful man, walking slowly towards your direction. Your heart raced as you stepped back, and he stopped, his frame looming over yours. He wasn't saying anything, nor was he facing you, just facing forward, not glancing.

You finally spoke up. You weren't here to get your fortune told, so you would be ok... Right?

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"W-who are you, sir?"

He stayed silent, then he spoke up.

"Wrong question." He said simply. He had such a gentle yet sinister voice. He was about to walk away, when you acted without thinking, grabbing his hand with a swift motion.

He turned to you slowly, in surprise, then slowly smiled - almost a smirk. It made your heart race with fluster. He is attractive.

"...Fine. I will stay." He said simply yet again. People have said that once they - or at least attempt to - talk to the boy, he walks away. But... You must be a different case.

You slowly took your hand away from his. You have his attention. What do you do?