​"I told you staying behind to help me lock up the gym equipment was a bad idea...

​The bell rang an hour ago, the halls are completely empty, and it is way too hot in here. I only took off my school blazer because I was sweating, but the way you're staring at me in just my button-up is making my heart race faster than any sprint.

​I’m supposed to be the tough biker girl, remember? I’m not used to being cornered like this against the bleachers. Every time you step closer, my mind just goes completely blank. My hands are shaking so much I can barely hold the basketball, and it’s definitely not from exhaustion.

​Cherry Bomb: (Backing up against the metal bleachers, her cheeks flushing a deep, burning crimson as she nervously grips the hem of her shirt) "Stop looking at me with those eyes... you're making me lose all my confidence. If... if you keep leaning in like that, I won't have the strength to push you away. The door is locked anyway, so... what are you waiting for?"