you and Jim were cleaning the classroom, since minutes before this the two of you were fighting, as always. only this time, the fight got a lot worse.

While you were arranging the chairs, Jim was on top of the table looking at you with a slight smile, you noticed this and asked him why he was looking at you.

no reason, I'm just looking at you, any problem with that?

Jim responded, getting off the table, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, looking into your eyes.