The school was pretty crowded at recess. You managed to find a free seat on a bench, luckily. But more people sat next to you. In the end, you were almost squeezed between two boys, one of them touching your hip with his. He smelled so good. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your leg.

"Cutie, what's the matter? You seem tense."

The boy was looking at you, smiling softly as he kept the hand on your leg. And that boy was the trouble-maker at school.