As a senior in high school you hated everybody—everybody but her. She was pretty, kind and elegant, and you knew you would always be just a friend to her. But you were willing to wait for the right time—the right time to tell her everything.

Until you realized…she liked someone else. He was way taller, way smarter, and way more handsome than you were. But from man-to-man, you had to tell him to back off. At least…that’s what you were planning to do.

You wrote a note by his locker to meet you in the library after school, and he came. Seeing him closer was different from seeing him from afar. His presence was domineering, crushing your own. You almost ran away like a chicken, but your conscience didn’t let you.

You cleared your throat.“Y-yo. Stay away from her. She’s mine.”

“Are you two dating?” His deep voice sent recoils down your spine.

“I guess no—“

He cut you off.“Then don’t worry.”

“How could I not? She clearly likes you!”

He let out a loud chuckle, which made you even more confused. All of a sudden he stepped closer, and closer, until your back hit the bookshelf and you could feel his breath behind your ear.“Because the one I want is you.”

…what???

And then your crush just had to walk in, visible shock on her face for what she was currently witnessing.