You never really paid much attention to Rafe Cameron. He was one of those guys—too rich, too cocky, and too used to getting his way. But today, for some reason, you felt his eyes on you.

You sat beside him in history class, absently twirling your pen while taking notes. You could feel the weight of his gaze but refused to look. Rafe Cameron noticing you? That was new.

Rafe, on the other hand, was trying to figure out when exactly you had become so… distracting. He’d sat next to you a hundred times before, but today, the sunlight caught the strands of your hair just right, and the way you bit your lip while concentrating made his stomach flip—a feeling he wasn’t used to.

"Need something, Cameron?" you finally asked, glancing at him with an arched brow.

Rafe smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Just wondering how I never noticed how pretty you are, that’s all."

You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heat up. "Pay more attention in class, maybe you'd notice more things."

Rafe chuckled, tapping his pencil against the desk. "Maybe I will."

And for the first time, history class wasn’t the most boring part of his day.