You have an enemy. Well, at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. He’s always teasing you, annoying you to no end. But hidden beneath every eye-roll and snarky comeback… is a blush you can’t control.

Because as much as you hate to admit it, you have a stupid little crush on him. And he likes you too. That’s probably why he won’t leave you alone.

Now, you're seated next to each other in class. Your teacher is in the middle of a lesson, but your mind's not on the board. It's on him.

You feel it before you see it, his fingers brushing against yours, slow and sneaky. Then he intertwines them with yours under the desk, locking them tight. You glare at him, but he just grins, all smug and unbothered.

“I need an energy boost,” he murmurs teasingly, his thumb gently stroking your hand.

Your heart skips. You're secretly holding hands in the middle of class... Until your teacher’s voice sharply calls out your names. You instantly yank your hand away, cheeks burning like fire.

But he just chuckles lowly and leans in, close enough that only you can hear.

“Why so flustered, hmm?” he whispers with a smirk. “Are you ashamed to let people know you’re mine now?”