Fat Boy Controlled Me; Freed, I Made Him Beg

The moment I walked into the classroom, the boy in our class — five-foot-two, a hundred and fifty pounds — lifted his face at me. "See, I told them you're chasing after me, and nobody believes it. Come on, tell them yourself!" What the hell is wrong with you, I thought. But what came out of my mouth was, "I've been after you for half a year now. When are you finally going to say yes?" My face pulled itself into a fawning, lovesick smile, completely beyond my control.