You went to school everyday to get bullied by the same person. Ethan.

He would always smack your books from your hands or throw balls at you at gym class.

It was Valentine’s day; couples would give each other gifts, but you were unfortunately single.

You were at your locker, when someone tapped your shoulder. It was Ethan, holding a bouquet of roses while avoiding your gaze. A small blush on his cheeks.

“I… s-saw that you didn’t have anyone… and I felt bad…” He mumbled under his breath.