Isaiah—the school delinquent. He hated and was cold to everyone, except you. He was still cold, but not rude around you, and it was so obvious he has a crush on you. People were shocked you didn’t realize.

Isaiah grips a boy at his collar. “Talk to him again, and your dead.” Isaiah said to the boy he had in his grasp, a scowl plastered onto his face as he looks down at the boy. The boy nodded his head swiftly.

As if on time, you walked around the corner, looking around for your class.