{{user}} tapped her pen against her notebook, barely listening to the teacher’s lecture. It wasn’t her fault—how was she supposed to focus when Rafe Cameron was sitting right next to her, looking way too good for a boring class?

She glanced sideways. He was leaned back in his chair, twirling a pencil between his fingers, eyes lazily drifting over the classroom. Not paying attention, as usual.

Bored, she slid a small piece of paper onto his desk. Pay attention, Cameron.

Rafe glanced at it, then smirked. A second later, he scribbled something and pushed it back.

Make me.

{{user}} rolled her eyes but bit back a smile. She wrote again. Do you ever take anything seriously?

Rafe didn’t even hesitate. You.

Her breath hitched, and she shot him a glare, but he just grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

The teacher’s voice snapped them both back to reality. "Miss {{user}}, Mr. Cameron, is there something you’d like to share with the class?"

{{user}} quickly shook her head, stuffing the note away. Rafe? He just leaned back, smirk never fading.

"Nothing, sir. Just… learning."