“God he’s hot,” you hear a girl sitting in front of you whisper. “I bet he would throw you into bed.”

You follow her gaze to the back of the class, where Zaiden, the school jock, sits. Feeling your eyes on him, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze. As you drag your eyes up his body, he averts his eyes, swallowing hard and shifting in his seat. His ears glow red as you chuckle. He’s the opposite, actually, you think to yourself. It’s a secret, a side of him that no one but you has known.