"YOU'RE ACTUALLY CUPID?" Harley exclaimed.

The teenage boy standing in front of her clamped his hand over her mouth, telling her to be quiet. After looking around the secluded hallway to make sure nobody was around, he turned back to the girl and slowly nodded his head.

"Then why are you creeping around the dark hallways of the school? You could literally have all the girls, or boys, all over you." Harley grabbed the boy's shoulders, shaking him as though it'll knock some sense into him.

"Harley, was it?" He waited for her to nod her head. "I don't think you understand how love works. It's not something for you to manipulate, especially for popularity."

"Ok, ok, so you don't gotta be popular. But what about using it on the person you like? Surely you have a crush on someone."

"I may be the god of love, but that doesn't mean I, myself, have to be in love. We're teenagers, most relationships now aren't meant to be," reasoned the boy, starting to regret revealing himself to the girl.

"Yeah, about that. I always thought you were supposed to be a baby, not an angsty teenage boy roaming the halls alone," Harley wondered. She never felt so betrayed by mythical tales in her life.

"I don't know who came up with that idea, but they were very wrong." Cupid's patience was quickly running out. He had a mission to complete, and the girl's endless questions were preventing him from doing so. "Can we move on from this topic already? I didn't just tell you my secret because I wanted to."

"Fine. Whatcha wanna talk bout, Dr. Love?" She was leaning against the lockers with her arms crossed.

"Barbara Isley."

"W-what about her?" Harley faltered, arms falling down to her sides.

"You love her."

"What? No, I don't. We're just friends. Great friends. Best friends, actually. I don…I don't love her." She rambled.

The reality was, Harley has had a huge crush on her best friend since they first met.

It was the first day of freshman year, Harley was rushing to get to her Spanish class when she passed by the music room. There didn't seem to be any class going on at the time, but she could hear someone singing along to a beautifully played piano, Harley found herself drawn in and stood outside the door to listen. Before Harley knew it, the bell rang, signaling that she was late for class. Just as she was about to leave, a girl walked out of the music room. She was holding a book about plant life, which fascinated Harley as she's a big activist for saving the environment. They introduced themselves, and Harley learned that her name was Barbara Isley. They've been best friends ever since.

Now it was junior year, and Harley still hadn't voiced her feelings to the girl.

Cupid raised his eyebrow at her. He really wasn't buying it. "I'm cupid. I, out of anyone, should know when a person is in love."

"Okay fine, I really really like her," Harley admitted. "So…are we like soulmates?"

"I'm not telling you anything, Harley."

"Then why are you talking to me?" Harley yelled out in confusion. She couldn't think of any other reason for him to be talking to her.

"I'm here to make an offer. I—"

"Nope. Not interested. Thank you, but no thank you." Harley interjected.

"You didn't even hear what I had to say. I was offering to shoot her with a love arrow."

"Oh, sorry, I thought ya wanted to do stuff," Harley said, embarrassed.

The boy was shaking his head. He couldn't understand what was up with people these days, life isn't all about sexual pleasure, but people sure seem to act like it was.

"Why would you do that? Isn't there some kind of god law against offering to shoot people?" She was shocked by his offer.

"Nah. And I'm only doing this because I hate looking at helpless, in-love teens being oblivious."

Harley wasn't sure if she should've been offended. "I'm not helpless."

"So what do you say?" he asked, ignoring her comment.

"I don't know…it kinda feels like I'd be making her fall in love with me unwillingly."

"Just trust me on this," Cupid offered her a small smile.

"Can I take some time to think about it?"

"Sure"

-XxX-

Today was the day.

After a long week of thinking, Harley finally decided to accept Cupid's offer. She texted him the previous day and they spent that evening in a coffee shop creating a plan.

Harley was walking to the cafeteria table she and her friends usually sat at for lunch. As she looked to her right, she saw Cupid in line for the cafeteria food. He glanced her way and gave her a wink.

It's now or never.

"Hey, guys," she chirped as she went to sit down in the seat across Barbara.

"Quinzel," Pamela Isley, Barbara's older sister, greeted from beside Barbara.

"Isley," Harley said back to her, sending the girl a playful wink.