Yeoreobeun, I am facing one of the greatest struggles in my life right now.

Aish. I just hate the pressure! 

Something not bad, but utterly confusing happened to me. I seriously don't know how to deal with. And no. It's not that I got my period for the first time, you erts.

---Flashback---

It was a normal day with normal crap going on.

So, I had class. Art, specifically. The bell rung. It was break.

I stay behind to finish my painting. Well, cuz I'm an art freak. 

Everybody left.

Except one. 

It was this guy. His name is Jonah. Not kidding. His name literally is Jonah. Sounds a bit gay, right? Hehehe. He has brown hair that's in a fauxhawk, gray eyes, tall, and he looks like a skinny pole. 

Okay, I'm getting off topic. 

So, he smiles and takes the bottle of red paint, which was standing next to my easel. "Mind if I grab some red?" he asks. I nodded, my attention half on my work and half diverted to him. 

It was quiet. And awkward.

"Sooo....you staying for break?" he asks again. I nodded. 

Next thing I know, he moves his easel next to mine for the stupid reason that he wanted to see my painting "up close."

He started to do small talk with me and I just ignore him half of the time.

He makes this heart thingy and being the ish painter he is, he asks me to help him blend the colors. Well, I did help, but I had to tiptoe because the heart was so high up and I ing hate him for being so tall that his easel had to be adjusted to be very damn high up. 

He makes fun of me for being short. And you DO NOT want to joke around about my height. I mean it, you bastards. 

After I finished blending the colors for his painting, I went back to doing mine. 

He pokes me out of boredom. And thanks so much for my ticklish nature, I got green paint on my hair. 

ing retarded idiot. Flaming imbecile. That anorexic head. 

He saw that I was mad, so he offers to wipe off the paint off my hair. He took a piece of tissue and rubs the paint off, repeatedly saying he's sorry. I told him to shut up and he looks at me weirdly. 

He then says, " You know what? I have something to tell you." 

I kept quiet.

"Dianne, Eunnie, whatever-- I like you." 

That was when half of my proper mentality erased. 

Those goddamned cursed words kept on ringing in my head. No one has said that they liked me. Ever. Even girls don't. 

That...was my first confession.

I'm not even close with him. I don't even know his last name. 

You know what I did? I asked him, "Are you joking? Cuz it's not working." He chuckles, "No, I'm not." 

He was even blushing. Man, I do admit he's cute, but I just... He looked pretty sincere. . I am such a weakling! I can't even reject him. I just told him that I don't know. He said he'll wait until I figure out my feelings. 

I can't hurt him. I'm nice enough not to. 

He said he'll court me until I fall for him. 

What should I do?