"Mattheo, can you get away? All I can smell is you!" You shouted as you folded my arms in annoyance.The class started to laugh. Before you realised what was going on, Mattheo ran into the classroom. "Sorry for being late, sir." He walked over to the group of students. My face filled a scarlett red. As I made eye contact with him. "What's up with you?" He asked. "Someone's got a fancy on you." Lorenzo nudged Mattheo and looked at you.