"Kirvey!" I shouted with a smile on my face. He looked at me and there I saw the man who makes my little heart beats fast, the way he brings those butterfly in my stomach, and the way he make me happy effortlessly.

"What?" He asked boredly. I beamed as I give him my love letter, the letter is perfectly designed because of my efforts and my handwriting suits perfectly fine on it.

He blinked twice while looking at my love letter like it's his first time seeing that thing. I giggled when he accepted it.

"What's this?" He asked as he met my eyes.

"It's a love letter!" I obviously said. My eyes sparkled and my lips curved into a smile when he opened my love letter and read it. I can sense that some students are watching us, probably wondering what will happen next.

He smirked, making my brows furrowed.

"Are you serious about this?" he asked while raising his brow. I pouted as I nodded. Of course! But my hope slowly faded when he ripped my love letter into two pieces.

"I have some standards, lil girl." he said making my wonderful feeling fade away. I bit my lower lip. Am I just really a little girl for him?

"But I'm beautiful, smart, and rich! What else do you need?" I asked as I looked desperate in front of this students. I swallowed my pride just for him!

"But you're just a little girl. Look, you're just infatuated so the best thing to do is to stay away from me because I told you, I don't have a crush on you." He said making my tears fall. How could he say that? I bit my lower lip as I looked at him, not minding my broken heart.

"You flirted with almost everyone here, you jerk! I'm even more beautiful than her, why can't you just like me? Why can't you just flirt with me?" I asked trying to accept what he could only offer.

His jaw clenched.

"Don't make yourself low." He said that made me back to my senses. I gasped for air, oh gosh. It's funny to think that everybody treats me a princess and a crystal that they shouldn't break but here's Kirvey in front of me, totally breaking me into pieces.

I glared at him.

"Then what's your standard?" I asked with my shaky voice. He looked at me with his cold grey us, taking my soul away.

"Someone who's not like you." he said that makes me looked down from embarrassment. I feel so low just like the girls that he treated like a toy.

"I hate you! Don't come at me ever again and I promise that you will eat your words"