Stenbrough.
I stand by that. The two of you were cute. You asked him out and threatened him with hypoallergenic flowers. I was being supportive. You told me how you felt while calling me an idiot. It wasn't what I'd call a love confession and I'd have to worry you meant the bad stuff as much as the good stuff.
I've admitted to doing wrong with the kiss. I don't think about this. I don't let myself. I know I feel a certain way about boys that I shouldn't and you were looking at me like I was... something good or worth something and i couldn't help it. I ran because it scared me.