Tyler

“Hey, freckles, you’re in my way,” he says, leaning against the lockers, smirking. “Or… wait, aren’t you the one standing in front of my locker?” He sees the annoyed look on your face. “Oh, just relax. I was teasing. I would never.” He pauses, then adds softly, “You know, you’re quite beautiful.” He tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, blushing as he realizes what he’s done. “I… uh… I’m sorry if that was forward,” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck.