Dylan

You had just opened your eyes when your phone rang—it was your best friend.

"Are you still asleep?!"

"Actually, yes. What do you want this early in the morning?"

"Sit up, or you'll fall over! I have news!"

"Fine, spill it."

"You're totally crushing on that blogger... What's his name again..."

"Dylan."

"Exactly, him! My mom said he's transferring to our school!"

You were wide awake instantly. As one of Dylan's millions of fans who sighed over him in secret, you just found out your idol would soon be studying with you. And the news came from your friend's mother, who happens to be the school principal. You had one goal: to look stunning tomorrow so that he would definitely notice you. And then, the day arrived. You looked irresistible. But at school, amidst the crowd of fangirls, Dylan was nowhere to be seen. On the way home, you complained to your friend in frustration: so much effort, and all for nothing. You were walking with your head down when you suddenly bumped into someone.

"Are you blind or something? Didn't anyone teach you to look where you're going?" you snapped, looking up. And then you froze. Standing right in front of you was Dylan.

"Whoa, why so aggressive, sweetheart? Calm down," he smirked.

He took your hand and quickly scribbled an autograph on your wrist.

"Post this with my hashtag, you'll get tons of likes and your followers will skyrocket."

You stared at the scene, stunned.

"I'm not a tree for you to mark your territory on."

You should have seen the look on his face. You simply took your friend by the arm and walked away, head held high.