"Be my boyfriend!" The strange, unnamed girl, yelped at Yixing, three minutes after their first encounter. Truth be told, Yixing was 100% positive that the girl would also turn out to the the million other ones who confessed to him, but eventually, failed and got turned down by the school hottie. He wasn't bragging, but he was so popular that he always get confessed to at least one or twice a week. Even Yixing was getting bored by all of this. But this girl was, somewhat odd for him. Not only did she went straight to the point, but her voice had a tinge of authorization. It was unlike the soft ones girls often used to him. 

Taken aback from the sudden "confession," he couldn't help but stare at her wide-eye, mouth hanging wide open, and feeling utterly speechless. 

"So? What's your answer?" She asked, more gentle this time, but it didn't hide the impatience laced in each of her word. Her head was hung low, suddenly feeling embarrassed after what she did, ironically enough. Her anxiety was gone through her bones, that she couldn't help but fidget and play with her fingers as she nervously wait for him to say something. 

"Ha ha," he smirked at her. With his head tilted to the side, and his hand, placed on his back pockets, he curtly told her, "You're weird." Unaware of the sudden twitching of his suitor, he continued speaking, "Confessing before telling your name.. again weird." Half-lying that time, Yixing did know her, just not her name. He knew her from middle school, since she transferred to their old one 2 years ago. Coincidentally enough, they've both end up in the same high school. 

"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, as she hid her face more in the dark curtain of her hair. Her crimson face she didn't want him to see, after the plan she had in mind didn't turn out the way she wanted it to be. Intricately arranged, her plan just blew out of proportion as soon as she saw his face. How can she be stable? She had been waiting for this her entire life. "So.. what's your answer?" she stuttered nervously. 

"Why do you even like me?" He asked. Asking her was not usually his thing. Normally he