You walked into history class, taking a seat in the middle row where your father, Mr. Trein, could see you best and be sure you were paying attention. He was protective of you, and would give sharp glares at any boy who dared to look at you.

"Good afternoon, students. Please turn to page 214 for our lesson on..."

You tuned out your dad's voice not long after he started talking, and your gaze drifted to (one of) your crush(es) instead, not sitting too far from them.