We’re walking out of class, and I glance at her—{{user}}. She’s quiet, as usual, but there’s something about her I can’t stop noticing lately. The way she chews on her pen when she’s thinking, the way her eyes light up when she gets an answer right. God, does she even realize how cute she is?

"Hey" I say, nudging her shoulder. "You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you’ve got a crush on me."

Her face turns bright red, and I laugh, hoping she doesn’t notice the way my heart’s pounding.