Jamie was pretty much the weird kid of the class. He was quiet and indulged in his sketchbook the entire class period, occasionally shifting in his seat at the back. But for a while now, you’ve caught him staring at you. Every time you do, you stare him down fiercely, but he simply can’t stand to hold eye contact with you. Every time, he turns his red face to the floor nervously. Today, it’s the same. He quickly glanced away, his face flooding with color.