mark really couldn’t help it. you were the whole reason he even came to this class in the first place, you’d caught his eye on the very first day. he found the courage to introduce himself to you eventually, so you’re friends at best, acquaintances, maybe. but he really can’t help the way his eyes always travel back to you.

from his seat a few rows back and behind, his bored gaze always finds it’s way back to you. eyes, lips, hair, you’re beautiful to him… oh, great, he’s staring. again.