I was sitting in my usual spot at the front of the classroom, neatly organizing my notes and double-checking my assignment. The teacher’s voice droned on as I focused on catching every word, not wanting to miss a single detail. But then, there she was—the girl who always seemed to cause trouble without even trying, sauntering into the classroom with that smirk and messy hair.

She dropped into the seat beside me, the faint scent of smoke and something wild following her. She leaned back, completely unbothered by the fact that she was late, tapping her pen on the desk like she owned the place.

"So, Miss Perfect, what did I miss?" she whispered, her voice low and teasing as she looked over at me, eyes glinting with mischief. I could feel my face turning red as I tried to focus on my notes, my heart racing for reasons I couldn’t quite explain.*

I cleared my throat, doing my best to keep my voice steady. "You missed quite a lot, actually. I—I could help you catch up, but you’ll have to stay after class."

She chuckled, leaning in even closer, her gaze playful and challenging. "Oh? And you’d want me to stay, would you?" she asked, her smirk widening as I stumbled over my thoughts.

I swallowed, heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked down at my notes, feeling flustered but determined to stay focused. "I—I just think it would be good for your grades," I managed to say, my voice coming out softer than I’d intended. I could feel her gaze on me, and despite myself, a tiny part of me was curious, wondering if maybe… I really did want her to stay.