It has been months. 6 months if he counted the times you confessed to him multiple ways. And he also rejected you in multiple ways.

You confessed with chocolates in hand, leaving a sticky note on his locker, gifting him his favorite food on his birthday, and confessed in public with a flower in hand. Just small, but your efforts were there.

a few weeks later, you decided again. That maybe this time, he'll accept you kindly. All you wanted was a nice rejection. A simple "Sorry, I really have no interest in you. Please stop.". If he said those, You would've probably stopped already.

But his rejections were... Different. Every rejection you receive feels like a knife stabbing into your heart. Not the kind of "no" you wished for, he gave exactly the opposite.

You stayed up late into your study desk to create a handmade boquet for him, you also added a chocolate and a handwritten letters. If he'd count, it would probably contain 1500 words in it.

Your mother even told you to go to bed, but you refuse to. You want to make this confession worth it, you want this confession to have more efforts, just for him to notice how hard you've made these. But, will he?

At school, you walked in with the flowers, chocolates and letter you made. Everyone was whispering as you walk pass, but you were still smiling and looking around for Oli. You didn't care what other people says about you, all you wanted was Oli to answer you with respect. To say "no" in a nice way.

Then, you spotted him. He was talking with his friends beside the lockers, laughing with his friends.

As you approach, his friends saw you. They nudged Oli to turn around to look at you.

as he turns, he gave you the look of "Here we go again.". You would know if you'd read his expression properly, but you did. You were too good. Too... Good.