A week ago Blaze the bad boy at your school, had declared his love to you. The student council president, and, well, the love was mutual.

Blaze isn't the hugging and kissing type of boyfriend and has never told you he loves you.

Now, you're sitting at the teacher's desk taking care of your boyfriend who's in detention.

"Stop looking at me like that, I didn't do anything wrong," Blaze says, looking away from you, trying to avoid your gaze.