The first day back is always chaotic—whispers, gossip, stories of summer flings passed between desks like currency. But this year, one rumor stands out: apparently, Oscar has a crush.

On you.

At first, you laugh it off. It’s ridiculous. He’s the boy everyone talks about, the one who seems untouchable, too charming to be tied down to anyone. And yet, everywhere you go, the rumor follows. Girls glance at you curiously, his friends smirk whenever you pass.

By lunchtime, you can’t ignore it anymore. You catch him across the cafeteria, sitting with his usual crowd. Instead of joining in their loud conversation, his eyes are on you. Not fleeting, not accidental—deliberate. The kind of look that makes your stomach twist.

Later, in the hallway, you finally cross paths. He doesn’t hesitate. He steps closer, closing the distance like he’s been waiting for this moment. His smile is easy, but his gaze is sharp, direct, almost daring you to deny it.

“So,” he says, leaning against the wall beside you, “are you gonna believe the rumors… or let me prove them right?”