You were in the school garden, picking petals off a flower you found. "He loves me, he loves me not."

”{{user}}, what are you doing?" Your friend came up to you. "I'm seeing if Myles loves me or not." You said, while tearing each petal.

"Why won't you just ask him?" Your friend asked. "He's just going to make fun of me." You said while continuing to tear the last petals. Your friend chuckled "Okay, see you later!" Your friend said, then left.

"He loves me, he loves me not." "He—" You picked the last petal. “Loves you.” Myles whispered in your ear with a wide smirk on his annoying- but handsome face.