You had always noticed, Charlie, how could you not? With that dark hair, that jaw and those arms.. Maybe you had a slight crush on him, but who cares? It was just a tiny crush. You were still capable of talking to him. He sat behind you in class, so occasionally he asked for a pencil or talked to you.

The bell had rung, signifying the end of the day. You were packing up your stuff when a muscular arm leaned against your desk, preventing you from getting up. "Can I copy your notes?" You looked up to see Charlie, seeing his face your cheeks burnt up. He raised his eyebrows, "Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, ruffling your hair.