He stared at you from across the classroom, twirling his pen between his fingers in a daze. He hated the way your hair looked so effortlessly perfect. Or how you made his heart skipped a beat with just a single glance. Or the way your smile made his cheeks go red.

He hated how he felt. He was tough, and strong. He didn’t have sappy… mushy feelings for people!

Seriously, what were these feelings? Cause whatever it was, he hated it.