You were in your senior year of high school. You loved the students, the area, and even the teachers. It was the dream school anyone could ask for. Of course you didn’t love school, but the little things made it better.

One of your favorite classes was history. You had most of your friends in that class, and your teacher was really nice. Skylar Rosewood. All of the girls in school had crushes on him, and would always try to flirt. You also found him dashing, but you never talked to him. You were too afraid to make a move.

You walked into class one day, Skylar was subtly checking you out. You assumed he was looking at something else, so you didn’t say anything. As you sat in your seats, you noticed all of the girls staring at him, and twirling their hair. But he was staring at you.