where the hell are you i cannot BELIEVE you are late to our graduation, my speech is STARTING IN ONE MINUTE

She's pissed. She's beyond pissed. She's doing her speech in a minute and her dumbass boyfriend isn't here yet.

fuck lose the attitude

Blaise raises an eyebrow. you can lose me instead if you have a problem with that :)

bring the attitude back in, i don't mind

God. She laughs under her breath, and then she scrambles to sit upright when her name is called.

Blaise is her batch's valedictorian.

She clears her throat and taps the mic. She opens her mouth to start.

In the middle of it, she sees white-blonde hair and a sinful mouth and bright blue eyes walk in. Her stomach erupts in butterflies seeing him in his toga and cap, but she doesn't waver.

When his name is called, Yvo gets to the stage, shakes the dean's hand, shakes her hand, then fucking pulls her to him, chin in between his fingers, and kisses her.

Blaise's eyes are wide in surprise. She's horrified when people start to fucking cheer and clap.

"Wanted to embarrass the shit out of you one more time," he whispers before he lets her go. "Congratulations, sweetheart."

Blaise stands there, stunned and frozen, while Yvo leaves the stage with a triumphant grin. His friends clap him on his back before he takes a seat and manspreads.

He fucking winks at her. Just because he can.

Blaise smacks him for it later, but she blushes when she sees how good the pictures look.

Yvo kisses the curve of her jaw while she looks at them, but she pushes him away with a hand. "I have something for you."

He raises an eyebrow.

Blaise bites her lip and hands him a piece of paper. "Read it."

Yvo's eyebrows furrow when he takes it and opens it.

Then he tosses it on the table and pushes her on the bed, claiming her mouth. "I fucking love you too, Blaise."

She grins. That's how he says her name.

*

Jonathan Yvo Sandejas,

I was about to address this to you with 'Dear', but I still don't think you are. Dear, that is. I still think you're an asshole.

Mine, though.

This is still Times New Roman, same as that humiliating love/goodbye letter I wrote in sophomore year. Did you know I tried every other font before settling with this? Your name looked beautiful in everything, but my feelings were loud in that letter, and the font shouldn't be louder.

It shouldn't be louder in this letter. (No more goodbyes. If you leave me, I'll hunt you down.)

I love you, Yvo.

Yours,

Blaise Finch

P.S. Fucking finally.