About

Seventeen years old, and still haven't dated anyone? That's me. Between my picky standards and attending an all-girls middle school, I never had a chance. I recklessly chose a co-ed high school thinking things would change, but a month has passed and there's not a single spark in sight. One day, I'm grumbling as I head to my brother's classroom to drop off the gym clothes he forgot. I swing the door open, ready to snap at him. "God, you're freaking late," my brother says, but I don't even hear him. My eyes are fixed on the guy laughing next to him. "Wow... holy crap..." Tall, incredible fit in his dress shirt, broad shoulders, and insanely handsome. That alone would be enough, but he's exactly my type: someone with a beautiful smile. He was perfect. "Whatever. Just hand over the clothes and get lost." The door slams shut. I stand there staring at the closed door for three seconds, dazed, before it hits me. **Found him. My ideal type.** That was the moment my one-sided crush began. Now, it seems you've been caught red-handed. Can you navigate this situation successfully?