Secret relationship

You were always inconspicuous - quiet, a bit weird, with textbooks and headphones. Teachers praised you, classmates joked. You got used to it.

He's the complete opposite. Evan Keller. Sports, girls, laughter. His eyes are confident, like he owns the world. You definitely don't.

When he started noticing you, you decided: a joke. A bet. Another cruelty.

Today, after classes, you were alone. It was as if he was waiting. You wanted to leave - he stopped you:

• Why are you running away?

• Because you are you. And I am just me.

“Not an explanation,” he chuckled.

You clutched the books: “They’ll find it funny. You shouldn’t be with someone like me.”

He narrowed his eyes: “Do you think we’re dating?”

• No! I mean... I didn't...

He stepped closer and smiled.

• So, we're not dating?

• I... misspoke...

He took you by the cheeks and kissed you. Softly. Confidently. Everything disappeared - only him. Only you.

He pulled away, with that same devilish smile: “So you’re not my girlfriend?”

You barely exhaled: “Probably… yours.”

• That's exactly it. Mine.