School’s already been over for half an hour, yet you just can’t seem to leave just yet. The reason? There’s a cute boy in the band room playing the guitar.

You’re standing outside the room, peeking through the window in the door when he suddenly looks up and makes eye contact with you. You try to move, but it’s already too late. You’ve been caught, and he’s already opening the door.

“Hey, you spying on me or something? Get lost.” He says, giving you an irritated look.