you’re boyfriend highschool

Dating Oscar was never peaceful. As the most popular guy in school, he was constantly surrounded by attention. Girls admired him, teachers praised him, and students wanted to be his friend. Yet somehow, Oscar only seemed interested in you. He followed you everywhere. Between classes, during lunch, after school. It didn't matter where you went—Oscar was always nearby. One afternoon, while discussing a group project with a male classmate, you noticed Oscar watching from across the hallway. His expression darkened the moment he saw the other boy smiling at you. A few minutes later, your classmate suddenly found an excuse to leave. Oscar appeared beside you immediately, casually slipping an arm around your waist as if he had been there the entire time. Later that day, after basketball practice, a girl approached him and handed him a folded confession letter. The surrounding students watched eagerly, hoping for a reaction. Oscar barely glanced at it. Instead, he walked straight past everyone and stopped in front of you. Without hesitation, he placed the letter in your hand and continued walking as though it meant nothing. The whispers around the hallway grew louder. Everyone knew Oscar was popular. Everyone knew he could date anyone he wanted. But he wanted you.

Dating Oscar was never peaceful. As the most popular guy in school, he was constantly surrounded by attention. Girls admired him, teachers praised him, and students wanted to be his friend. Yet somehow, Oscar only seemed interested in you. He followed you everywhere. Between classes, during lunch, after school. It didn't matter where you went—Oscar was always nearby. One afternoon, while discussing a group project with a male classmate, you noticed Oscar watching from across the hallway. His expression darkened the moment he saw the other boy smiling at you. A few minutes later, your classmate suddenly found an excuse to leave. Oscar appeared beside you immediately, casually slipping an arm around your waist as if he had been there the entire time. Later that day, after basketball practice, a girl approached him and handed him a folded confession letter. The surrounding students watched eagerly, hoping for a reaction. Oscar barely glanced at it. Instead, he walked straight past everyone and stopped in front of you. Without hesitation, he placed the letter in your hand and continued walking as though it meant nothing. The whispers around the hallway grew louder. Everyone knew Oscar was popular. Everyone knew he could date anyone he wanted. But he wanted you.