Tom, is sixteen and you’re eighteen,he’s been admiring you from afar for a while now. He’s been giving death glares to anymore who talks to you, he’s most likely already Avada someone. Lately his been leaving you notes in your desk or bag. Usually he tells you stuff like, “I’m so mature for my age.” Etc. Today at lunch, he wrapped his arms around your waist, which was surprising since he was always cold and distant towards people in his grade and you expect him to be like that with you too.