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"Have a good day!" The clerk bid Kasper farewell as he exited the flower shop, a bouquet of daises and daffodils in his hand. His day had been a blur of nervousness and excitement — Hell, his entire week had been since he realized it. He was in love with one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls in school; not that her money or beauty had anything to do with him loving her, he found her sense of humor far more attractive than any fancy clothes she bought, or lip gloss she wore. "I bet her lip gloss tastes like strawberries" He thought to himself, before quickly reverting his thoughts to the plan at hand.

"Alright man, you're gonna walk up to her front door, knock on it, give her the flowers, and ask her out... Sounds easy, right?" Kasper thought to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, nice suburban houses slowly turned into even nicer suburban mansions with each block he walked. "Who am I kidding, she's light-years out of my league..." Giving a huff, he finally made it to her house; standing in front of it with awe. The yard was perfectly manicured, with a tall fence and beautifully-made wrought iron gate guarding the mansion; the mansion itself stood tall, with large windows and ivy climbing the side — a perfect castle for a perfect princess.

Once Kasper was buzzed in the front gate, he nervously made his way up to the front door. "Now or never..." He said to himself, before pressing the doorbell. The loud chiming could be heard from outside, playing a bell version of Beethoven. He adjusted his tie and straightened his suit, quickly bringing the flowers up to his chest as the front door opened. "Kasper?"
"H-Hey Ava... And Ava's friends-" His nervous smile had faltered at the sight of two of Ava's friends standing behind her at the doorway and looking curiously at him.
"I uhh... T-these are for you," Kasper quickly held out the flowers, Ava taking them and raising an eyebrow. "The uhh, flower shop lady said something about how daffodils and daisies are a sign of loyalty or something, so... Yeah." His gaze dropped to the floor, then looked off to the side at nothing in particular; slowly bringing his gaze back up to look at Ava. "Kasper these are nice, but... Why are you here?" The brunette asked curiously, her golden eyes shining with curiosity. "Isn't it obvious?" One of her friends chimed, "He's trying to ask you out!" At that, both the girls behind Ava began giggling, Ava's curious stare turning to an unreadable expression.

"Kasper... Why would you ask me out?" Ava asked, her face still unreadable; the two girls behind her stopped giggling to listen in. "Well err- We've studied together a lot lately, and I found that you're pretty cool, and funny, and I think you're actually a lot smarter than you let on an-" He was quickly cut off before he could finish. "Sorry, let me rephrase that. Why would someone like you," Ava gestured to Kasper's cheap, rented suit and mussed hair, "ever date someone like me? We're practically polar-opposites of each other, and you're asking me out?!" Folding her arms, Ava looked down at Kasper, her expression still unreadable to him. "Err.. Opposites attract? I... Don't know what you're trying to tell me here." Kasper responded, clearly confused. "She's saying she doesn't want you because you're broke, weird, and hella nerdy." One of the girls chimed in, glaring Kasper up and down.
Kasper decidedly ignored the girl's rude remark, instead turning his gaze back to Ava; now nervously popping his fingers at his sides. "But... What about all those things you told me? The study sessions? What about-"
"Kasper! Enough!" Ava hissed out, "Don't you get it?! I. Used. You. I used you so I could get my grades back up. That's it. We're not friends, and we're definitely not going to be dating. So why don't you just drop it and leave like a good little boy?"

And then it hit him. That "unreadable" expression Ava kept giving him; it was cruelty. She knew why he was there all along, she just wanted him to humiliate himself in front of her friends, to be rejected harshly. Cruelly. He gulped, looking down at the ground and nodding. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned and quickly began walking down the path and back to the sidewalk; the sound of all three girls giggling as he left. He walked down the sidewalk — to no particular location — until his feet hurt; until the sidewalks themselves faded from well-kept to cracked. Until houses and yards were replaced by abandoned buildings and concrete. "Hey man, why the tears?" A crackly voice asked. Looking around, Kasper found the voice's owner; a grimy old homeless man sitting on the porch-steps of a graffiti-ed house. Kasper hadn't even realized he was crying. Wiping his face with his suit sleeve, he ran a hand through his blue hair. "Man, girls can be so cruel." He responded, giving a laugh as more tears bravely streamed down his face. "Ahh, the pain of rejection." The old man replied with a laugh. The man then began on a rant about his ex-wife; Kasper walked over and sat down to listen.

"—I'm homeless because of her. I worked 7 days a week so she could pamper herself, and y'know what she does? Leaves me for some rich guy who's brain is so fried from spray-tans that he can't even count to 10!" The old man laughed; a good hour or so had passed and Kasper's tears were now dry, replaced with a smile. The sun was setting into oranges and purples by the time Kasper left the old man to head home, his heart numb from the earlier rejection, but his brain mulling the words over and over again. "I used you."

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"Have a good day!" The clerk bid Kasper farewell as he exited the flower shop, a bouquet of daises and daffodils in his hand. His day had been a blur of nervousness and excitement — Hell, his entire week had been since he realized it. He was in love with one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls in school; not that her money or beauty had anything to do with him loving her, he found her sense of humor far more attractive than any fancy clothes she bought, or lip gloss she wore. "I bet her lip gloss tastes like strawberries" He thought to himself, before quickly reverting his thoughts to the plan at hand.

"Alright man, you're gonna walk up to her front door, knock on it, give her the flowers, and ask her out... Sounds easy, right?" Kasper thought to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, nice suburban houses slowly turned into even nicer suburban mansions with each block he walked. "Who am I kidding, she's light-years out of my league..." Giving a huff, he finally made it to her house; standing in front of it with awe. The yard was perfectly manicured, with a tall fence and beautifully-made wrought iron gate guarding the mansion; the mansion itself stood tall, with large windows and ivy climbing the side — a perfect castle for a perfect princess.

Once Kasper was buzzed in the front gate, he nervously made his way up to the front door. "Now or never..." He said to himself, before pressing the doorbell. The loud chiming could be heard from outside, playing a bell version of Beethoven. He adjusted his tie and straightened his suit, quickly bringing the flowers up to his chest as the front door opened. "Kasper?"
"H-Hey Ava... And Ava's friends-" His nervous smile had faltered at the sight of two of Ava's friends standing behind her at the doorway and looking curiously at him.
"I uhh... T-these are for you," Kasper quickly held out the flowers, Ava taking them and raising an eyebrow. "The uhh, flower shop lady said something about how daffodils and daisies are a sign of loyalty or something, so... Yeah." His gaze dropped to the floor, then looked off to the side at nothing in particular; slowly bringing his gaze back up to look at Ava. "Kasper these are nice, but... Why are you here?" The brunette asked curiously, her golden eyes shining with curiosity. "Isn't it obvious?" One of her friends chimed, "He's trying to ask you out!" At that, both the girls behind Ava began giggling, Ava's curious stare turning to an unreadable expression.

"Kasper... Why would you ask me out?" Ava asked, her face still unreadable; the two girls behind her stopped giggling to listen in. "Well err- We've studied together a lot lately, and I found that you're pretty cool, and funny, and I think you're actually a lot smarter than you let on an-" He was quickly cut off before he could finish. "Sorry, let me rephrase that. Why would someone like you," Ava gestured to Kasper's cheap, rented suit and mussed hair, "ever date someone like me? We're practically polar-opposites of each other, and you're asking me out?!" Folding her arms, Ava looked down at Kasper, her expression still unreadable to him. "Err.. Opposites attract? I... Don't know what you're trying to tell me here." Kasper responded, clearly confused. "She's saying she doesn't want you because you're broke, weird, and hella nerdy." One of the girls chimed in, glaring Kasper up and down.
Kasper decidedly ignored the girl's rude remark, instead turning his gaze back to Ava; now nervously popping his fingers at his sides. "But... What about all those things you told me? The study sessions? What about-"
"Kasper! Enough!" Ava hissed out, "Don't you get it?! I. Used. You. I used you so I could get my grades back up. That's it. We're not friends, and we're definitely not going to be dating. So why don't you just drop it and leave like a good little boy?"

And then it hit him. That "unreadable" expression Ava kept giving him; it was cruelty. She knew why he was there all along, she just wanted him to humiliate himself in front of her friends, to be rejected harshly. Cruelly. He gulped, looking down at the ground and nodding. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned and quickly began walking down the path and back to the sidewalk; the sound of all three girls giggling as he left. He walked down the sidewalk — to no particular location — until his feet hurt; until the sidewalks themselves faded from well-kept to cracked. Until houses and yards were replaced by abandoned buildings and concrete. "Hey man, why the tears?" A crackly voice asked. Looking around, Kasper found the voice's owner; a grimy old homeless man sitting on the porch-steps of a graffiti-ed house. Kasper hadn't even realized he was crying. Wiping his face with his suit sleeve, he ran a hand through his blue hair. "Man, girls can be so cruel." He responded, giving a laugh as more tears bravely streamed down his face. "Ahh, the pain of rejection." The old man replied with a laugh. The man then began on a rant about his ex-wife; Kasper walked over and sat down to listen.

"—I'm homeless because of her. I worked 7 days a week so she could pamper herself, and y'know what she does? Leaves me for some rich guy who's brain is so fried from spray-tans that he can't even count to 10!" The old man laughed; a good hour or so had passed and Kasper's tears were now dry, replaced with a smile. The sun was setting into oranges and purples by the time Kasper left the old man to head home, his heart numb from the earlier rejection, but his brain mulling the words over and over again. "I used you."