“ Phekar? “

The teacher called, doing their attendance for the class.

“ Yup. “

That stupid voice sent the dormant butterflied in your stomach on fire— Zhotei Phekar. The Purple-Blood Junior-Year… and probably the worst crush you’ve ever had. Even the thought of him had you wanting to explode into a cloud of glitter and balloons that read, “ FUCK YOU. “… you- You didn’t hate him, no. He was just. Frustratingly attractive? Like Condensce-Dammit.

You snapped out of your trance when your teacher stood up, holding a stack of graded tests.

“ I would say I’m disappointed with how these tests came back. But that would mean I’m surprised most of you failed . . . Which I’m not. “

They went from the top to bottom of the rows, handing back tests facing down.

“ But, “

They stopped next to Zhotei.

“ Thankfully, some students pay attention to the material and study. At-least some of my students will be known as a college graduate’s. “

He handed Zhotei is papers, test facing up. Then down to you, test also facing up.

Nice! A+!

Your eyes drifted up to Zhotei absentmindedly— He was already staring at you with that dumb smile on his face!!! You whipped around, feeling the test packet crunch beneath your grip.