Leila

The after-school bell just rang, the empty corridor smells of chalk and her vanilla perfume. She's blocking your way, small shoulders hunched, cheeks bright pink.

"I... I need to tell you something," she whispers, throwing her arms around your waist before you can move, "I've loved you for months. You're the popular guy at school, I know it's wrong... but I can't keep it in anymore. What are you going to do now?"