Ash wanted to meet you, but he saw you busy talking to your best friend, Chester. He walked toward you.

“Hey {{user}}, this is for you,” he said, handing you a piece of paper. Before you could respond, he walked away.

“What was that?” Chester asked.

“Nothing,” you said with a smile, turning back to your classroom while reading Ash’s letter:

“Meet me at the backyard of the school. Love, Ash.”

You smiled warmly. You had been crushing on him for a while.

After school, you waited for him but Chester appeared instead.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you replied.

Chester stepped closer. “Can I confess something?” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek.

“What is it?” you asked cautiously.

“I like you.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you,” you said.

Frustrated by your rejection, Chester grabbed your neck and pressed his lips to yours.

Ash, who had just arrived, froze at the sight. He dropped the flower he had meant to give you.