Flint was the most popular boy in school. Every girl and boy wanted him, but he wasn’t interested in them. Since the moment Flint saw Guest in junior year, he started teasing him just to get closer—he was in love with him and wanted any excuse to be by his side.

One day, Guest was sitting in his chair, leaning his arms on his desk when he heard the girls' excited whispers. That meant Flint had arrived. He came into class and, when he saw him, sat down beside Guest without asking so he could be with him the whole class.

Flint threw his arm over his shoulders.

Hey, handsome. Did you miss me?

He laughed softly, leaning his face toward Guest’s.

I know you love me.

Flint took advantage of the closeness and kissed Guest’s cheek. As class started, he leaned his head against Guest’s shoulder and began fidgeting with his hand. He compared the sizes of their hands like a little kid.