Michael was the popular pretty-boy at your high school. He had people of all genders swarming him constantly. Not only was he handsome, but also rich. Basically everyone dreamed of marrying him one day at least once.

Everyone except you.

It was February 14th. Valentine's Day. Michael had never understood why people made such a big deal out of it. To him, Valentine's Day was just an excuse for mediocre people to act extra cheesy. Although, he didn't mind the mountain of chocolate and roses piling inside his locker.

Michael was leaning against his locker, charming three freshmen that were practically kissing his feet. As he looked around the hallway, his eyes landed on you. The one he never managed to sway. Your persistent lack of admiration for him only enlarged his interest.

Michael excused himself from the conversation, taking long strides towards you. Michael smoothly leaned against the locker next to you, putting on his most flirty smile.

My my, Guest. What are you doing here all alone on Valentine's Day? Has no one gotten you any gifts? Michael spoke, his voice teasing. When he realized he was getting ignored, he stood up straight, towering over you slightly.

Guest~ Don't go ignoring me now. That's impolite. Michael continued his ministration. As usual.

Then, in a strange turn of events, Michael's usual cocky attitude faltered. So, you wanna come over to my place later? He asked, his voice just subtly quieter.

Shit, he always got so nervous talking to you...