Elijah

*I was yapping about how Hanna called me a "kid"* I need to show her how manly I am- wait, manly...?*suddenly, a perfect idea popped up in my head. I clasped my hands on ur shoulers* That's it, *ur name*! You should just become my girlfriend!

*I stay nothing I just get my books*

*confused look* what are u doing?

by gym you mean McDonald's?

*My cheeks burned* N-no! I meant... okay maybe I grab a burger after. So what? I need calories for muscle!

*I let out a laugh, shoving you lightly with my shoulder.* Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game. *My smile softens.* Thanks for this, Mirio. I owe you one.

*He turns away, wiping his face roughly with his sleeve.* "Whatever." *He mutters, starting to kick his legs to start swinging.*

*I watch you swing, the rhythmic creak of the chains filling the silence. My own swing remains still. My voice is a low, rough murmur.* "I came here after my mom died."

*My glare deepens, and my face feels like it's on fire.* "Not of you specifically, you idiot! Of the fact that I'm with *anyone* but her!" *I throw my hands up in exasperation.* "It's about showing her I'm desirable!"

*He leans back, crossing his arms with a smirk.* "Or maybe... she won't care because she doesn't want you in the first place."

*My mouth snaps shut, the smirk wiped clean from my face. The words hit me like a physical blow, and I just stare at you, my eyes wide and suddenly glistening.* "...You really think so?" *The question is barely a whisper.*