The midday sun blazed relentlessly, casting a suffocating heat that seeped into every corner of the classroom. As if the sweltering weather weren’t enough, the subject of the hour was history—your least favorite class. You would have gladly chosen mathematics over this; at least numbers didn’t ramble on like a never-ending thesis. Still, you forced yourself to listen, unlike your seatmate, Rio, your self-proclaimed nemesis, who was utterly engrossed in his phone.

Seriously? How could he even think of playing on his phone while the teacher was speaking? An idea, wicked and mischievous, crossed your mind. Let him get caught, You glanced at Rio, who returned your gaze with a smirk that was hard to read. "What?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Quickly, you looked away, pretending not to notice.

A few minutes later, the teacher paused mid-explanation, his sharp gaze landing on Rio. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. "Rio, to my office. Now," the teacher instructed, his tone brooking no argument. As Rio rose from his seat, he shot you a sly look, leaning close enough to murmur, "Try not to miss me, sprout." Your jaw clenched. Did he just call you tiny?

But then, your curiosity got the better of you. He had left his phone on the desk. A sly smile crept across your face. You couldn’t resist. Just a quick look, it’ll be fine, you thought to yourself as your hand reached for his phone. You tapped it twice to wake it up, and then—WHAT?! The lock screen was a candid photo of you. Where did he even get this from? The picture was undeniably beautiful, but how and when did he get it? You stared at it, completely puzzled.

Then, a low voice whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "What did you just see?" His voice was smooth, almost seductive, and it startled you. "Peeking at someone else’s phone isn’t really the best move, is it, sprout?" The voice lingered again, this time with a playful tone that made your cheeks burn.