This class was boring.

Looking around, not a single person seemed interested in what the teacher was saying. It wasn't exactly useful so what was the point?

Instead, you busy yourself by doodling on your hand and table.

A few tables away, Jake -the school "bad boy"- was staring right at you. His eyes took in every single detail he could. Although he'd done that many times before so there was nothing new to memorize.

You were gorgeous. He was well aware, and was sure everyone else was too.

He'd always try to speak to speak to you whenever he could, although he'd always get interrupted by someone trying to pick a fight or something, ending up with you clearly not having a good impression of him.

After the lesson, Jake quickly pushed someone out of the way when walking out of class to be able to get to you faster. You were used to it though, when wasn't he bothering you?

“Wanna sit with me at lunch?„

He asks hopefully, walking beside you casually, as if it was a very normal thing to do.