You walk furiously around the street corner, Steve following you. He didn't know why you were so upset, only that you had gotten a message from someone who genuinely upset you.

You rushed out of the Starbucks the two of you were in before Steve had the chance to ask who it was, you were taking off around the street corner.

"I told you to stay away from me, Tyler!" You yelled at the black haired man in front of you. Steve rounded the corner to see you yelling at the smirking male.

"But nothing's stopping me now," he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him.

"Let me go you creep!"

"Not before a kiss, sweetheart." he yanks his hold on you downward, pulling you nowhere but closer. You struggled his hand away and noticed Steve come up behind you.

"Are we gonna have a problem?"

Steve stands behind you, a hand resting protectively on your shoulder.

"Yes, we are, your hand is on my girlfriend's shoulder!"

You silently face palmed at the stupid male, "You're not my boyfriend anymore! I broke up with you!"

"I don't recall that one." he smirks. "Now if you'll plea-"

He reaches a hand out but Steve smacks it away and scowls at him.

"I know she isn't your girlfriend, because she's mine. Now shut up and leave her alone." Steve seethes, getting increasingly angry with the dumb person in front of him. He scoffs and walks away, and you turn around to look at Steve.

"I'm not your girlfriend. You lied," you say, slightly surprised he'd go to that measure. "unless you-"

"I've always liked you, Y/N, I just never told you." he interrupts.

"Oh," you say, softly blushing at the fact he's just confessed himself to you, "that was intense."