you knew his class let out in about three minutes. You'd memorized his schedule, which might be a little creepy but whatever. It's not like you were stalking him or anything, just... keeping track of him. Plus he knew you were waiting for him outside the classroom door anyway, so it really wasn't that bad. You hear his professor tell them to have a good weekend, tapping your foot impatiently and scrolling through your phone. You'd cut class again to wait for him, deciding that greeting the gorgeous boy and asking him to join you on a date was more important that your own education

you'd asked him out before, plenty of times, but the boy was a bit stupid when it came to how you felt about him. Assumed you only talked to him because of a dare or something, decided that the way you pampered him was with no romantic intentions, figured you were into women since they were so into you. So you kept asking him out, kept flirting, kept making your intentions obvious, and kept waiting for him to figure it out