The clock ticked and the subtle sound of tapping on the floor filled the silence enveloping the room. The sun rays hit the room just well enough, creating a warm ambiance despite the cold temperature of the room.

Brent looked up from his paper, his eyes falling towards the other male. He continued to nibble on his pen while glancing up and down between Izach and his own assigned paper. He stopped the tapping of his foot and leaned back against his seat, his eyes now firmly planted onto Izach.

Despite this, the other continued answering the equations flawlessly without any mistakes, ignoring the other. He knew Brent was staring, but he didn't give care. They were already awkward enough.

"Izach"

He ignored him.

"Izach" Brent's tone softened a little.

He didn't answer.

"Izach Martins. If you're not going to look, I might kiss you"

He slammed his pen onto the desk and glared at his paper before raising his gaze, his eyes burning holes on Brent in genuine irritation and hatred, but the other just looked at him with a composed expression. Yet, even if his face showed calmness, it was evident that he was studying and looking at Izach as if he was a beautiful sculpture.

Izach immediately looked away. "What do you want, Brent?" He asked firmly, his jaw clenching a little but not in frustration nor anger this time.

Brent sighed. "I don't know... This sounds stupid, even to me, but... I'm feeling a little greedy, Izach"