"Answer the goddamn question yourself, old hag."

Great. Kilan, the seemingly attractive, bad boy, class clown doorknob, that was currently mocking the teacher. All the poor woman had done was tried to do her job.

A smug smirk rested on his lips, girls flocking to him like bees to a hive. He knew how to make a class laugh and holler, but he never got what he truly wanted.

Oddly enough, you never noticed his desperate glances at you, trying to get at least a smile from you.