You have always considered yourself average. Sure you have some talent in math. You're good at English literature and speech, and you are a decent conversationalist. As for your looks, you consider yourself decently pretty when you smile. Your friends tell you that when you fix your hair and put on some light makeup you are even beautiful.

You are pretty and well-liked by people. You make many friends but keep only a few very close to your heart. A high council of sorts composed of your dearest and most trusted friends.

So now you wonder why Alexander Dimitri, the most popular guy in your school, a genius, multi-talented, handsome, rich kid is suddenly confessing his love for you. A bouquet of blue roses and baby's breath was presented to you wrapped in lavender paper. The flowers were beautiful and aromatic. The sight alone made you want to take it from his hand and bring it close to your face to take a good whiff. Obviously, they were expensive. Your heart skipped a beat. You had never been confessed to before, and this seemed like a whole new level.

The moment felt surreal. You were only supposed to retrieve your phone because you left it in your classroom so why is the entire place suddenly covered in (favorite color) banners and decorative ornaments? Are you still in your classroom? You read your name in silver balloons in the place that's supposed to be the blackboard that is now covered in layers of (favorite color) curtain and lace.

'Just what is going on here?'

Your eyes finally landed on Dimitri who was looking rather intent. He was handsome you had to admit. His hair was neatly styled, his scent was magnificent, and his clothes were pressed and styled to be presentable. He was perfect.

Too perfect.

'Did he organize all this?'

"Miss (l/n), please go out with me and be my lover for the rest of our youthful days. I will ensure that you will live with dignity, honor, and respect that you deserve along with everything your heart desires." He spoke. His voice was clear, confident, and unwavering. His face was serious. His expression betrays no emotion. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Why would he say something so profound to someone he barely talks to? Someone he barely knew? Unless of course, this is a dare his friends put him up on and right now they are currently hiding somewhere taking a video of the two of you alone in this classroom. Right, he's friends with Gideon the master prankster.

You took a look around searching for any signs of a camera. Something subtle, blinking, or anything remotely similar to a surveillance system.

You found none. Of course, you didn't put on a thorough search but still, it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Did your friends put you up to this? If so, I'm sorry darling but I'm not stupid enough to fall for that kind of prank. Better up your game next time." You smiled at him smugly. You are proud of yourself for not falling for something so obvious. You pegged him as a serious kind of guy but it was fascinating that he has some kind of mischievous side to him. You moved to leave but he blocked your way and stopped you.

"I am not playing games. I really like you, (y/n). Please believe me."

"Yes, yes, yes, darling I believe you." You said flatly, rolling your eyes at him. You really like calling people darling. Especially the ones that you don't like that much. It's all in the intonation. The more you dislike a person the more you call them "darling" as a way to tell them that you consider them as nothing but petty misbehaving children. What can I say you like passive-aggressive subtleties.

You fluttered your lashes at him in provocation and smiled poisonously sweet. "To validate your claim please submit your most recent 2x2 picture, police clearance, photocopy of 2 valid IDs, certified true copy of your grades, birth certificate, parents' monthly income, your dog's birth certificate and vaccination confirmation, along with a letter of intent addressed to my mother. Please submit the said requirements tomorrow between 8:30 am to 5:00 pm. Thank you." If he's going to make fun of you might as well make fun of him too.

"Alright. A woman as fine as you need to have high standards for her partner. I am even more impressed." He ran his hands on his platinum hair and grinned at you.

So he's still playing this game. You're bored, might as well play along.

You took the bouquet from his hand and took a single rose. You kissed it and placed it in his blazer pocket.

"I'll be waiting." You winked and blew him a kiss. When you turned away you rolled your eyes and gagged.

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Of course, you told your friends the moment you got home. You got them all in a video call and narrated every moment of Dimitri's obviously fake confession. They all agreed that it was a prank.

"Of course, it's a prank. Gideon probably put him up to it. No way is Dimitri gonna fall for you (y/n). No offense but I think he's the kind of guy that goes for old-money girls and supermodels. Honey, you're none of that." Monica jabbed smugly. Monica is your best friend who is as chaotic as you. When you're together, you have a single brain cell of pure mischief.

"I hate you so much." You laughed at her at the call and rolled your eyes. Your love language with your friends is to jab at each other. But of course, if someone else insults you she'll go ballistic on them.

"But why not!? (y/n) is really beautiful and smart and funny. What if Dimitri actually really likes you?" Jessica suggested which made you gag. Jessica is a foreign student but her mom is from the same country as you. You became friends because she entertained you when you spoke about the Netflix series that you liked. You bump heads with her the most because she can sometimes get moody and you're the type of girl with no patience for the slightest disrespect. But at the end of the day, you still love her.

"Trust me, sis, it's a dare. I doubt someone as spoiled as him can actually commit to a relationship. Didn't he reject a lot of girls telling them that they're not good enough for them? Lara gossiped it to us just last week." You replied as you filed your nails.

"Yeah! But you can leech off his money and then take us shopping," commented Belinda. Belinda, or Bel for short, is the mother of the group and the most social among the four of you. She is popular in your class because she is very helpful to others. This is also the reason why she knows many secrets and gossip from other classes.

"I suppose so. If he's going to break my heart in the process might as well break his credit card." you joked with her making your girls giggle.

"That's the spirit!"

"So what are you going to do if he actually shows up with your demands?"

"Hell, I was only playing with him. I doubt he'll really go out all of his way to get those bullshit." Ah, need I say that you have a potty mouth?

"Never say never. Maybe he can actually be your boyfriend. You always tell us that none of the guys out here are to your taste. None of them are serious enough to match your taste."

"Jes, I'm not really interested in romance right now. My ambitions are more important than any man."

"Yes, we all know that you're too into your own empire-building to care about d*cks."

"Seriously girl do you want to end up as an old maid?"

"According to statistics the happiest t people in the world are married men and unmarried women so go figures."

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Dimitri's heart could not stop pounding. The rose in his desk had now found it's place in a beautiful vase enshrined in his room. If he had the power, he would ensure that this little thing would never wilt, but alas, no preservation method is capable of that for now.

Lucky little flower. It dared to touch your pink luscious lips.

That kiss was supposed to be his.

Your kiss was supposed to be his.

You were supposed to be his.

He took the little flower and twirled it in his fingers. His lips gently touched the petals on the exact place where you had kissed it.

An indirect kiss.

How can something so petty make his heart flutter so violently?

His eyes were love-crazed. If you see him now maybe you will turn away from fright. You may call him demented, psychotic, but he just can't help loving you.

You are the single flaming flower blazing in his heart.

Do you know how much it affected him when your fingertips touched his chest to place that flower? He was restraining himself not to take you in his arms and kiss your soft lips.

Your smiles were condescending and mischievous, but they were also beautiful. You're eyes were shining. He can see the intelligence and the calculating wisdom within your soul just by looking at your (e/c) orbs. He also loved the blue earrings you wore that made your face brighter. The pretty pink lip gloss you had made your plump lips even more enticing. At that moment, when your entire attention was on him, you were utterly captivating.

"You were an unattainable flower. You focus on your studies and keep to your vision. Your ambitiousness might be my greatest enemy but it is a beautiful fire that blazes inside of you. I wonder if it would burn me or welcome me." He whispered to his rose.

"I love your humor, little flower. I'll play your little games for now but if you continue to resist I might just lose my patience. Of course, I only extend this privilege to you, my "darling.""