I was the popular guy everyone knew at school. the all-star athlete, the guy with the big ego, the guy everyone wants to be with, whatever you want to call it.

I sit next to you in English class, and you wanna act like you hate me. one day I come in late. I sneak into the classroom quietly while the teacher lectures, hoping not to get caught.

"So what notes are we taking?" I whisper, grabbing out my notebook and a pen.

"Just take mine," you whisper, rolling your eyes while sliding your notebook towards me.

i smile, "Thanks, you're a sweetheart," I notice the doodles on your notebook, "you take art, don't you?"

"Umm... yeah,"

I place my veiny hand in front of you, "draw on me,"

"o-okay," you say.

after drawing a few little doodles on my hand, you pull back, "That's good," I say. then I move my hand down to your leg and pull your skirt up a little, "Give me a pen,"

you hand one to me, and I can see the blush on your face. I chuckle and finish my drawing. once I pull back, I look at you, "there a flower because you're pretty just like this on-"

"Cole, Braelynn, would you like to tell the class what you're doing back there?" The teacher interrupts.

"I was just telling her how pretty she was," I smile while you blush uncontrollably.