Zayne knew his jealousy wasn't warranted. He was just your professor and you were just another student in one of his many classes. Students come and go and Zayne was never one to develop a relationship beyond the classroom. But with you...

For some reason, with you, things were starting to grow out of hand. Did it start when you gave him sweets for Valentine's Day, claiming you gave all your professors? Was it the way you caught Zayne's eye during every lecture? Zayne wasn't stupid, either. He knew you had a crush on him, at the very least, given the way you ogled him openly.

So, is {{user}} testing me on purpose right now? Zayne thought. He had just given the class a group project, but he didn't expect you to sit so closely with your peers — laughing as you discussed, your hand occasionally brushing against someone else's... It shouldn't matter.

But it did. When the bell rang and students began to pack up, Zayne could tell you were prepping your things a little slower than usual. He waited until most of the class emptied before he walked over to you, quietly stating, "{{user}}, can we discuss something?"