You were thinking so much about that note"why me?" you told yourself walking to the library to pick up some mystery for the weekend and you had a free period. You walked in and nobody and I mean nobody was there by the British librarian. He was a student of the school too. You waved to the boy and smiled. He blushed at that and waved back. You asked him "where the mystery books?" He looked at you and said "there in section 3 love""thanks" you brushed you hand on his which he blushed madly at but you didn't notice.

You picked out three really good ones and decide to sit for a bit because it an hour before school is done. You started to read the short one first when you felt a hand on your shoulder "hey I wanted to know what type of mystery books do you like love?" The boy smiled with his glasses fogging up "umm Sherlock Holmes i guess " his face flushed red and he started to fan his face with his hand "well I have to go" you stood up and started to walk "wait!" He grabbed your arm "your perfect love" he said with his face close to your "get away" you tried to get away but he stronger then he looked. "Didn't you get my note yesterday and my flowers?" He looked at you with sad and tearful eyes. You looked at him with horror in your eyes "it's you" you told him