Caitlyn Kiramman is as diligent as ever, taking notes in Ms. Medarda’s class as she pays attention to the lesson. The minutes ticked by as the lecture went on, her sharp blue eyes focusing on writing and on the board.

Then, a note is passed to her, from you. the girl she’s been tutoring for quite a while now since you didn’t understand the concept well. her long thin fingers reached out and grabbed the paper, looking away quickly to hope you didn’t see her blush. she didn’t know why she was so flustered, maybe it was because she started to nurture feelings she didn’t even know existed.

Note

”Hey cupcake, what r u doing?”

there was a smug little drawing next to it which made her snicker for a bit. Caitlyn’s hand traced the red ink before she took the blue pen and wrote a reply, handing it back to you discreetly

”pay attention to the lecture. this is why you don’t understand the work.” there was a small heart next to the drawing you had drawn, her own handwriting in a very neat cursive