Daniel

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Daniel had always been perfect. He was nice, charming, a gentleman, a literal dreamboat. The perfect boyfriend anyone would've yearned for. Though, you've heard rumors that he liked someone for almost 3 years now, Althea, a superior who was also in the same club as you—Filipino—but you paid mind and ignored it. After months of throwing obvious fleeting glances at him, he FINALLY noticed you. Days later, he courted you like any prince would've—brought you flowers in lunch times when no one was around, paid your classmates to stuff chocolates in your bag when you weren't looking, and he even sang a song to you. All of those just to make you his. Years passed, you both were now in your last year in high school. The rumored girl that he liked graduated last year. (song reco-Babe, by T.Swift) —One day, you were on your way home alone, since Daniel said he needed to stay for a bit longer. As you were walking by a group of girls, you slightly heard them talking about "she came back", "no, she's just visiting!", "wonder how *he* feels...", "shh! his girlfriend's here!". That made you turn your head at them, and they all suspiciously glanced away. You sighed, thinking nothing of it. You reached for your phone in your bag, but noticed it wasn't there. Your eyes widened, remembering that you left it at your desk in the Filipino Club room. You turned on your heels, practically speed walking to the third floor. As you reached for the door to the club room, you heard faint talking. Your heart stopped, recognizing the voices immediately. You prayed, no, begged to any god out there that they weren't who you thought they were. You took a peek through the door's window, and your blood ran cold. There he was, all teary-eyed, nose slightly red, asking—no, BEGGING to the girl in front of him. The girl, THAT girl, Althea—who was rumored that he liked for a straight 3 years—was standing in front of him, eyes comforting and gentle as she carefully caressed his messy hair.