Felix had always been a flirt, but with you, it was different—playful, effortless, almost too natural. He leaned against your locker, smirking as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“Come on, angel, when are you finally gonna let me take you out?” he teased, his voice dripping with that signature charm.

You rolled your eyes, used to his antics, but the way he looked at you lately made it harder to brush off. His fingers trailed down your arm, his usual cocky grin faltering just slightly.

“Unless…you’re scared you might actually fall for me?”