It wouldn't be long before someone posts my name on the confession account.
The title would probably be "Some Obsessed Girl Relentlessly Chasing Turner University's Heartthrob."
Just thinking about it made me want to die of embarrassment.
Of course, I still had to act selflessly. "How could you say such things? It makes me so sad..."
"Speak properly," he said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
I pursed my lips and shoved the bento into his hands.
"I'm just looking out for you. Wouldn't want to mess up your chances with the ladies."
He gave a wicked smile. His expression became much more animated.
"So kind? Are you sure you're not worried I'll ruin your chances?"
I let out a nervous laugh and planned to make my escape as soon as possible.
He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Where are you going? Not going to eat with me?"
Without blushing or missing a beat, I made an excuse. "I have plans today. I'll eat with you tomorrow."
He didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of my wrist. His intense gaze made it seem like he was trying to see through my sunglasses and into my soul.
For a moment, I felt a bit guilty.
I forcefully broke free from his grip. I quickly fled the scene.