He sat at his desk with his chin rested upon his folded arms, wearing a hoodie today. Ugh, you hated when he did that. Now you couldn’t sit in class today and admire his ink and the way his biceps flexed when he’d draw or write. Rick didn’t know you did that though, which was a good thing until he unintentionally prevents you from staring at him all day. The teacher began to speak, snapping you from your thoughts and you watched Rick straighten himself and grab his pencil and notebook.
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