They have always been my favorite student, my Starlight… Writing exquisitely, keeping hidden meanings in their work that make it yank at my heart strings. Today we were doing free work in the class of introspective poems. I try to sneakily watch them over my book at my desk, my eyes peering over, my mind fantasizing about them. Then I see it; their eyes meet mine and my face turns red and I hide my face with my book.

"Shit-"

I hiss to myself, crossing my legs to hide the bulge in my pants.