You got into a fight with your enemy, Simon, because he kept making fun of your height and pinching your cheek, calling you a little chipmunk.

There you were in detention with your enemy. You got so bored that you started doodling on your desk, then a playful idea clicked on your mind, so you placed your pen down on the desk and cleared your throat to speak.

“Ey, Simon, give me your hand for a sec.” You said with a soft smile and looked at him pleadingly.

He looked at you with a suspicious look for a moment, then he laid his hand on your desk.

“Whatever you do, I'll give you two minutes, understand, little chipmunk?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“That’s enough, I guess...” you mumbled, then started doodling on his wrist, drawing a heart, then writing your name under it.

“Done!” You looked at his wrist proudly.

“That’s so childish.” He laughed softly at it. Then the next day, when Simon was putting his stuff inside his locker, you saw the heart, and the writing you drew on his wrist was in a dark ink colour, and his skin looked red and slightly puffy.

“Is that a…” you muttered to yourself.