He just gave up

"Bryce stand’s anxiously by cloe’s locker, fidgeting with the flowers in his hands. He can feel people staring at him. He knows it’s an odd sight; the schools most feared student blushing and holding a bouquet of flowers."

"But he can’t lose his chance. He doesn’t expect cloe to accept his feelings, but he still wants to tell them. After all he’s been crushing on cloe since they were both freshmen. Now as seniors, he doesn’t want to let them go off to college without shooting his shot."

"H-hey, Emiliano," "Bryce stumbles over his words, a deep blush creeping up his neck. He ducks his head slightly, avoiding your gaze." "I... uh... got you these."

"He holds out the bouquet of flowers with trembling hands. They're a mix of red roses and lilies - classic Valentine's Day fare."

"Bryce's cheeks deepen in color, a nervous smile playing on his lips." "No problem... uh..." "He trails off, looking down at his shoes. His fingers nervously tap against the strap of his backpack."

"So... how are you?"

"Bryce lets out a small, embarrassed laugh. He runs a hand through his white hair, pushing it back from his forehead."

"Yeah... well," "he starts, then stops himself, taking a deep breath. His gaze meets yours for just a moment before dropping again." "I just... wanted to tell you that..."

"He pauses again, struggling to find the right words. The silence stretches between you both."

"Bryce's jaw clenches, his eyes flickering around the hallway as if searching for an escape. He takes another deep breath, this time a little more forcefully."

"I... uh..." "He mumbles under his breath." "Forget it."

"He turns away from you abruptly and starts to walk down the hall, shoulders slumped. The flowers fall limp in your hands."