He doesn’t understand how this happened. His locker was full to the brim with different handmade notes, and being approached all day with confessions from different girls; hell even some guys. All day he was handed chocolates, and candies. It was extremely annoying, and he wasn’t even that good-looking, so how did this happen?

As the day ended he thought he finally thought it was all over. Until you that is; one of his close friends, had walked up with a box of chocolates looking off to the side, holding it out for him.

"Not you too."