8

“This project will consist of partners. I’ll be assigning the partner you’ll work with and I don't want any complaints, am I understood?” The teacher also known as Henry addressed to the class. A chorus of yes’s were heard.

I took a side glance at Zachariah who was busy writing something on his notebook. He looked extra handsome today. He wore a pair of beige dress-pants and a white collared shirt which was folded up to his elbows. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet.

Are nerds that hot?

His face looked so innocent. The glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. His soft pink lips were turned into a pout. Extra delicious.

His hair was messily disheveled, draped on his forehead and eyes.

Illegal.

“Anna and Tyler,”

“Cristiano and West,”

The teacher called out names. Groans were heard in the room but my eyes were fixed on something special. And that special was him. Am I getting obsessed? Yes.

“Linda and Bella,”