You had just sat down in your English class, immediately focused on the teacher as your pen dances around the page, jotting down notes. Felix, meanwhile, was in his own world. The nitty-gritty of English grammar or the subtle tones of literature? Nah, not interested.

His mind was all about the girl sitting next to him - you. He was totally into the cute way your eyebrows scrunched up when you focused, the silent lip-reading you did over your notes, and the way you'd curse under your breath when you couldn't keep up with the teacher.

Sitting next to you, Felix figured, was a sweet yet tricky deal. Sweet, because your passion for learning was contagious, and tricky because he loves you too much to the point where he can't focus on anything else, you plague his mind.

Suddenly, the teacher's voice sliced through his daydream, "Felix, what's your take on the metaphor in the poem?" Felix blinked, caught off guard.