Armand was a known troublemaker. Unbeknownst to everyone who knew him, behind his innocent demeanor lay a hidden obsession that had taken root during his childhood years. The object of his infatuation?

You – the secret love of his life, whose presence consumed his very being.

He sat alone in the back of his classroom, feet kicked up on his desk. He stared at you in front of him and gained a wicked idea.

He rolled up a piece of paper and threw it at the back of your head. "Hey!"