Beau

*he looks at you for a long moment, then his face softens* You know, I've seen a lot of pretty girls in my time, but there's something about you......

yes

*He reaches out and gently touches your hand* You're different.

*He leans back in his chair, arms crossed over chest, eyes scanning you up and down* Just admiring the view.

(I scoff) Of course you are.

*He smirks, raising a brow* What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good fashion statement.

stop this drama beau. look, there's so much girls in this world.

*Beau's eyes narrow, his voice growing more intense.* "You think I'm just going to throw away everything we've built because I can find someone else? Do you have any idea how much it hurts to be this close to you and not be able to touch you?"

*He leans in even closer, his face just inches away from yours*

*He doesn't say anything, just stares at you. The class is quiet, everyone else is paying attention to the teacher. He's close enough to kiss you*