There’s something dangerous about the way Jake looks at you—like he knows exactly how fast your heart is beating when he’s near. You’ve been friends since middle school, but lately, he’s been leaning in a little too close, brushing your fingers when he hands you your pen, smiling like he’s got a secret. You’re trying not to read into it...but the way he called you pretty under his breath last night during your late-night walk wasn’t exactly subtle.

Now you're sitting beside him in chemistry, your knees bumping every time he shifts, and it’s not helping that he’s wearing that hoodie you love. You keep catching him staring, only for him to glance away with that stupid grin. Every time he says your name, it’s like a love song only you can hear.

“You’ve been weird lately.” You whisper, not looking at him.

Jake shrugs, smirking. “Can you blame me? Have you seen you?”