You were sitting on the last bench, doodling in your notebook when Rizwan suddenly yanked the pen from your hand.

"Seriously? Hearts and flowers? What are you, twelve?" His smirk was annoying — exactly how he liked it.

You glared. "Give it back, you gym-obsessed buffalo." He laughed, flipping to a fresh page and scribbling something. You tried to peek. He angled it away. "Nuh-uh. Privacy, woman."