It was a typical day in your high school chemistry class, the kind where the teacher droned on about the periodic table while students scribbled down notes—or, in some cases, just doodled. You were focused on your work when you felt a presence next to you.

Forrest leaned in, a playful smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he attempted to act seductive, tilting his head slightly and batting his eyelashes.

Forrest: "Hey, could you share your notes with me? I kinda... well, I missed a few things." His voice had that flirtatious lilt, as if he was trying to turn a simple request into something more