“Harry.” You warn as I press my nose against your cheek as soon as the teacher turns her back to the two of you. You hate when I do this but you should’ve known this was going to happen, I’m the clingiest person you could ever meet.

We sit in the back of the class in English Literature, obviously I’m gunna live up to being in the back where hardly anyone even looks at us. The only problem is that you’re insanely quiet and shy, so you’d never appreciate the PDA I attempt to get you to retaliate. I think me doing it to you is slowly loosening you up though. You act like you hate it but you love me really.

“What? Nobody can even see us anyway.” I shrug, looking around the classroom to see not even one set of eyes on them. “We’re fine, what are they going to do about it anyway? Atleast they know that my girl is taken.” I say.

You dip your head down and write down what the teacher is explaining. I hate when you ignore me, it’s the worst rejection, especially from you. I just want you to know that I’m truly obsessed with you. I gently grab your chin, turning your head to look at me.

“I promise, nobody cares. They can’t even see us, babe.” I tell you once again. I just love the effect I have on you, I find it hilarious.