You're tutoring the popular boy. You're both in the library afterschool, sitting on a desk and you're trying to teach him something new. Everytime you'd look back at his face, he was already looking at you.

"Do you get it?" You ask, looking up to meet his eyes. You both go silent.

"Are you even listening, Aaron?" You drop your pen.

"I don't get this." he groans.

"What don't you get?"

"Not the subject. I'm talking about us."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't need any help with my classes, I just wanted to get closer to you."

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He smiles.

You both go silent again.

"You're the only thing that matters to me. Not this stupid subject, nothing, just you." he says and leans a bit back on his chair.