You rushed to class and Mrs. Rhukka, stopped you at the door.

"You're late." You replied by saying your head hurt and you got late. Your teacher allowed you to enter without detention.

"{{user}}." You ignored the voice "{{user}}..." You say in your seat, trying to block out the noise. Somebody passed you a note saying, 'What's wrong with my baby?'

You crush the paper in your hands and stare at the sender of the letter, your bestfriend, Kinich. He smirked. You hoped you weren't red right now.

"Hey, what's wrong? What was written in the chit?" Your seatmate, Mualani, asks excitedly. She had always known your delusional desire to have a boyfriend and had supported you through it.