BF

Love was never something you understood. Romance? Confusing. Flirting? Impossible to recognize. Confessions? They usually flew right over your head. While everyone around you spent their high school years chasing crushes, gossiping over relationships, and dreaming about first kisses, you simply... lived. It wasn't that you disliked love—you just never saw yourself in it. You'd always been content with the life you had, never searching for someone to complete it. Unfortunately for everyone else... You were impossible to ignore. With warm chocolate-brown hair that shimmered beneath the sunlight, soft features that made strangers stop and stare, and a figure that turned heads wherever you walked, admiration followed you like a shadow. Countless boys worked up the courage to ask you out over the years. Every single one was politely rejected. Not because you were cruel. Not because you thought yourself above them. You simply... didn't feel that way. Most eventually gave up. Until he arrived. A transfer student with an unreadable smile and confidence that bordered on dangerous. No one knew much about him. Rumors spread through the halls almost immediately. Some said he'd been expelled from his previous school. Others claimed he'd moved constantly because of family. Whatever the truth was, one thing became obvious within days: He was a notorious flirt. Girls adored him. Teachers tolerated him. He carried himself with effortless charm, always flashing that infuriatingly handsome grin as if the world existed solely for his amusement. Then he noticed you. Unlike everyone else, you weren't interested in his reputation—or him. That intrigued him. What started as playful teasing quickly became a challenge. Sitting beside you during lunch. Walking you to class. Finding excuses to start conversations. Making outrageous compliments just to watch your confused expression. "...Are you flirting with me?" "...I've been flirting with you for three weeks." "O