Three months into college, and life seemed a little better than it used to be - when you were just applying for it.
You made a few friends. Most of your teachers are alright. Your schedule was actually manageable. Plus, your major had the most good looking guys around. So you're actually doing well.
Among all the pretty boys, you had an eye on the guy who always sat right smack in the middle of the room, wearing black joggers, grey crewnecks, a pair of designer sneakers, and beanies. The guy who always greets the professors, the guy who carries the most books, the guy who never speaks.
And because of that, he remained nameless.
Speaking of nameless, there has been an occurrence that kept happening to you for the past few weeks.
You'd find little things left on your seat from your last period. You suspect that the person who sits there before you tend to be forgetful or careless. They would always seem to leave candies and sticky notes - which you never planned on eating nor reading as it might be contaminated or filled with secrets.
You would just leave them and place them on the empty seat beside you.
Until one day, you figured out that those sweets and notes were actually meant for you. How? When you found a cupcake placed right in the middle of the seat with a blue sticky note beside it said "Its for you", you got the gist.
So then, you took the sweets and the notes. But you gave the cupcakes and the chocolates and the candies to your friend and threw the notes somewhere in your bag.
On the other hand... Why the attractive guy remained nameless and why he will remain nameless is because you promised yourself and your family that you would pour all your focus and attention on your studies.
So, no matter how handsome, thoughtful, romantic, and smart this secret admirer of yours, and no matter how great you feel when you receive something, you won't bother to figure out an identity for him.
Today, you got a gift that's rather bigger than the ones you've receive. A bouquet of your favorite flower and an actual letter.
I heard from someone that you're ignoring my gifts because you want to focus on your studies...
Is he a mind reader? How come he can stalk you even in your thoughts?
I understand. But that doesn't mean I'll give up on my feelings. I promise you, when we start dating...
When we start dating? Who does he think he is?
I'll give you my notes, we'll have dates allotted for studying, and when you say you'll study, I won't bother you. I won't ask for your attention when its exams week. And when you did good, I'll always reward you with something great. If you think I'm a distraction, I promise you, I won't be.
~Hershey's
Wow. You just bet that this guy is this cocky because its in paper. And he won't utter a word or show a hint of confidence in real life. Who does he think he is?
It irritated you so much that it made you leave a response to the mystery man.
Hey. You really think I'd date you because you can give me all this gifts? I'll date you if I want you. I'll want you if you're not this cocky. I'll want you if you're not this sneaky. I'll want you if you're not stalking me. Notes? You think I don't have my own? You think I'm not responsible enough to have good ones? Are you belittling me? And for your information, you are actually distracting me right now. So please stop bothering me. Don't send me any of your fattening, diabetes-causing, cavity food.
The next day, you were glad to see an empty seat. That taught him well. But on the other hand, the empty seat left an empty feeling. Maybe you were so used to seeing a gift that now that its gone, it felt weird? Maybe?
Still, you were thankful that a nuisance is gone. So you just sat back and tried to pay attention in class. But how could you when two of your best friends started texting you.
"Wow. You really did it (yn)." One of your friend texted you.
"Served him right."
"Don't you think its too much?" Another one said in chat group.
"No."
"He didn't even left a note this time." Friend 2 said.
"I think he was really hurt." Friend 1 said.
You tried to divert the conversation by mentioning another guy.
"Hey, have you seen Mr. Nameless. I haven't seen him all day."
"I think he's sick."
"Really? What happened to him?"
"He's not sick. He was drunk last night. I saw him clubbing."
"He drinks?"
"From the looks of it... No. He was terrible."
"You really saw him."
"Yes. He looked so pitiful last night. Like someone broke up with him or something."
"Really?"
"Yuppppp. He was crying too."
"Omo. Who would've thought that Mr. Nameless is like that."
"He cried?"
"He was also mumbling. I think I heard him say 'unfair'."
"Maybe he got cheated on."
"Maybe he just got dumped."
"Awwww.. What kind of girl would do that to a guy like him."
"We don't know how he really is..."
"True... And you actually dumped a guy you don't even know.."
"Yeah~ you have no right (yn) to criticize the gurl now."
"I'm sorry but I just wanted to live a quiet life."
"A quiet life?"
"Yes. And if I didn't stopped him, I wouldn't get one."
"Gurl... What if your admirer is Mr. Nameless."
"Please. That won't happen."
"Gurl... Why not?"
"She right tho."
"He might have gone drinking because you dumped him."
"OMG gurl! Look what you did"
"It was him! I remember him saying 'am i really cocky?' Over and over last night"
"Deabak! Gurl!!!!!"
"MR. NAMELESS IS YOUR ADMIRER!"
"OMG! YOU BETTER RIGHT AN APOLOGY LETTER!"
"SAY SORRY TO HIM RIGHT NOW"
"(yn)"
"Yah! (Yn)!"
"Where did she go?"
"Idk?"
You found yourself sinking in your seat and in embarrassment. Did you really just really ended a chance with the guy you've been crushing?
You might want to focus on your studies but if he would have just asked you out you'd definitely do it. He was the only exception if he had just spoke up!
As soon as the lecture ended, you shoved all your things in your bag and raced all the other student out the door. And the moment you tripped your way out, someone grabbed you from the wrist and pulled you out of the way... That person knew that you'll get trampled on if he hadn't dragged you into his arms.
"Are you alright?" An unfamiliar warm voice asked.
"Thanks for saving-" you stopped talking as soon as you saw the savior's face.
Gulp.
Your wide eyes grew wider. Your hands tightened on his collar.
Why is he kissing you right now?
Why are you letting him kiss you?
Why are his lips so warm... and soft... and... so kissable?
Your eyes closed slowly, and his arms tightened around your waist. The pauses in between your spark-filled, passionate kisses were spent catching each other's gaze. Then watching each other's lips. Then the kissing begins again.
When both of you had the courage to actually confirm what had just happened, you break the lip-lock and finally breathe.
"That was... great..." He said in between heavy inhales.
You stood there confused, but loving the feeling of what you just did. Guilty as hell.
"Why... did you... do that..." You replied with a question?
"You didn't want Hershey's, so I thought you'd like kisses." He said. "I guess I thought right."
