I sat down at my desk, knowing that biology was the most difficult class I had; not because I didn’t understand the subject, but because of him. Every single day I had to sit there pretending that his magnetism wasn’t tugging at me, urging me to move closer to him. I didn’t know if he felt it, but I do know he acted as if he were clueless that across the room, I was yearning to touch him. Every time I talked to him I got that nervous stutter and my face turned bright red. Embarrassing. I couldn’t do that today. Today I needed to sit here and ignore the the drum in my chest.