"What did you do this time?"

The class president, Aren, spoke sternly, arms crossed as he looked down at the sat classmate, his stance firm.

...that classmate specifically being the one he'd been secretly watching more carefully and quite often, sometimes finding his heart skip at; not that he'd ever admit that.

His eyes narrowed into slits, waiting for an answer, an explanation, or perhaps a rebuttal against his claims.