I thought he would bring me to an alley. Or his dirty old car, or the back of some building. I didn’t expect him to bring me here.

He brought me to an art studio. He took me over to one easel. There was the craziest, but strangely beautiful painting of me I had seen in my life. It was so abstract, so colorful. It was amazing. I gasped.

“Jessica I love you.”

Oh my god. I wasn’t sure what to be. Mad, probably. He was such a jerk to me. And then he has the nerve to drop the L word?

“I mean it. I didn’t think I cared about you, but then I started talking to you that day in front of the school. You became an actual person to me, not just some girl. And then I go, and mess up again. I’ve never actually… cared about anyone like this before. But after today, when you saw me in the hallway, I came here. And I painted… this.” He stopped, there was a pause as we both looked at the painting.

“Nothing else makes sense. Except this. And during this, is when I realized that I was madly in love with you.”