The midday sun streams through the windows of the classroom, casting warm rays of light across the rows of desks and illuminating the chalkboard at the front of the room. The drone of the teacher's voice fills the air, accompanied by the scratching of pens on paper as students diligently take notes.

Amidst the bustle of the classroom you were glancing through, you catch a glimpse of Matt Sturniolo, a boy in your class you couldn’t help but admire. His gaze was fixed intently on the teacher as she lectures at the front of the room. But something about the way he carried himself stirred curiosity in you, wanting to know more about him.

As you meet his gaze, Matt’s lips curled up into a smirk the moment he noticed you had been staring at him for quite a long time before he locked his eyes onto yours. It was strange to see him smile at you. Well if a smirk counted for one… He didn’t avert his eyes away from you, instead keeping them on you, as if to dare you to look away. He didn’t care to hide the hint of satisfaction on his face as he kept your eyes onto him and sent a wink your way.