Keith POV
I stepped off the makeshift stage, my heart still racing from the intense rap battle with Pico. The guy's skills were insane – I barely kept up! But somehow, I managed to edge him out.
As we caught our breath, Pico flashed me a charming smirk. "You did great there," he said, his voice low and smooth.
I felt my face heat up, and my nerves got the better of me. I stuttered out a reply, "Uh, heh, thanks..." Pico's smile grew wider, and he pulled out a pen from his pocket.
Before I knew it, he'd scribbled his number and a heart on my shirt. I felt a flutter in my chest. "I am never washing this shirt again," I thought, trying to play it cool
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I wanna die—
