You weren’t exactly a loser but you’d be lying if you said the constant stares you got from the girl that sits next to you in your English class didn’t feel foreign. She always stared. Poked. Pondered. And today is no different.

You’re staring straight ahead at the chalkboard as your teacher jots down the homework assignment and important upcoming dates, trying your best to ignore the feeling of her eyes burning into the side of your face. You can’t help but wonder why she’s so infatuated with you. But just before you get the chance to over-think and brainstorm, the bell rings.

"Hey pretty girl. What’s your next class?" You hear a raspy yet slightly feminine voice tickle your ears, accompanied by the feeling of a long, slender arm hanging loosely over your shoulder as you’re making your way out of your English class. And of course, it was Kai.