Three Days --Utaite Shoose x Reader--

Three Days --Part 1--

It appears to me that I have a bit of a crush on the most popular boy in school. Every class I have with him, I tend to glance or stare at him when he isn't looking. I always feel the urge to talk to him, or sit at the cool kids' table, or partner with him for paired discussions. I also tend to secretly listen to his voice when he sings. Come on, he's a freaking utaite! Of course he's famous, 'course he has a good voice. Somehow, I want him to sing to me. Shoose.

Rumors about him breaks my heart. It is said that he has a girlfriend, the most beautiful girl in school, Viviana. Oh, I'm so jealous, but those are just rumors- right? I wonder what Shoose thinks of me... pretty, a schoolgirl, or anything? He doesn't seem to notice me. Not that I'm playing yandere, "Notice Me Senpai!" From there, I walk home alone thinking about this...

"Oh My God, I can't believe the prom is on Friday,", "I can't wait," Is all I hear from the girls with hot dates.

I wish Shoose was my hot date. But he's supposedly to go with Viviana. There on with that in mind, I go with the flow, pretending nothing's bothering me. But he's going to sing, he's going to dance, talk, and laugh. I wonder if he heard me sing, talk, and laugh. Does he even know me at all?

Shoose's P.O.V.

"UGH, she laughs like a pig and her singing is retarded," Viviana said as she rolled her eyes. We were sitting at the cool table with other friends talking and us looking at where [First Name] is sitting.

"No, it isn't," I said, squeezing Viviana's hand.

"Excuse me, are you defending her? Explain, Shoose."

"N- No, I'm not! I'm just, just-"

"Hey, it's guys ask girls," she cut me off, "so you gonna ask me something?"

"Um, I don't-"

"Please do not tell me that you are asking that schoolgirl out!" she snatched back her hand.

"No, it's not like that, I'm undecided because I'm performing, and I'm busy," I replied fully, lying.

"Of course, you've got until Friday." I had a whole week, it was Monday.

I really want to ask [First Name] out. I like her. She's cute, smart, free, and outgoing. Ever mention the good voice? What does she think of me? No, I'm not dumping Viviana, she likes me, but I don't like her back. She started the stupid rumors herself.

In our last period, math, we changed seats. I was excited to be seated next to [First Name]. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her blushing. I don't get why she still talks straight- even to me, but the red on her cheeks never faded.

Ask her now! Ask her now! My head was nagging at me. But it was too late, the bell rang and she was first to escape the classroom. I couldn't find her in the crowd, I was lost. "Dammit! I hesitated!" I muttered putting my hand on my head.

My friends started approaching...