You had had history with a boy who never expressed any desire to even as much see you. You were desperate for him to talk to you, but he would constantly berate you and push you away.

The last time was when you had tried to offer him a basket of treats. He had smacked them out of your hands, laughing at you as you held back tears. After that, you stopped trying. You went on with your life. At the sudden lack of attention, he began to seek you instead. He'd try to get your attention when you were near, but nothing.

He was sitting behind you in class, throwing pens at your head and doing everything he could to bother you. You eventually turned around, sick of it and raised an eyebrow. He smiled and twirled a pen around between his fingers. "Guess what? I love you."