Today, you styled you hair.

I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of you.
You kept acting nervous, your hands fidgeting with your pencil throughout the day.

Hanji apparently thought you looked very attractive, she wouldn't stop gushing about how cute you looked during class.

At lunch, Hanji and me sat down along with a few other girls that she was friends with but I didn't really know too well.

"So," She started off nervously, her hands clasped together tightly, "I think I like Taehyung."

Some of the girls were sad since they liked him too, others were happy that Hanji had taken interested in someone.

I wasn't sure how to react so I just sat there with a blank expression on my face.

When I realized Hanji was looking at me, I forced a smile on my face and congratulated her. I don't know why it was so hard to smile even after seeing her so happy.

"And I'm going to ask him out today!" She said excitedly.

"I need to go ask the history teacher about the homework." I said quickly before grabbing my books and bag and excusing myself from the conversation.

There was this odd feeling forming in my heart and it kept increasing every second I stayed at that table.

I decided to head to my locker to get ready for the next class.

"Hey," I heard a low Voice say from behind me.

I jumped and instinctively hit the person behind me.

"Ow." You whine while holding your arm.

"I'm so sorry!" I yelped while bowing multiple times.

"It's okay," you said with a warm smile, "but I do need your help with something."

"Umm... Why are you asking me?" I asked hesitantly.

"But why not?" You retorted sassily, your hand on your hip.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Every Time I walked to a freshman or any girl in my grade they kept running away or hyperventilating." You admitted, "Plus we've talked before once so we're like best friends, right?"

"Sure... So what do you want?" I said while struggling to reach my belongings on the top shelf of my locker.

"First, let me help you." He said while grabbing my stuff from the top shelf with ease and handing it to me.

"So I was wondering if you could," he stopped midway and looked down nervously, "help me confess to a girl."

A/N: fun fact, I almost misspelled girl and wrote grill.