Eric Harris

You leaned back in your chair at the very back of the lecture hall, balancing on two legs as if it were nothing, though anyone who knew you would say otherwise. The chair wobbled slightly beneath you, but you ignored it, more interested in the lollipop in your mouth, the stick tilting slightly as you moved it from side to side. You noticed a glance across the table—the smirk of your seatmate had already given you a warning you didn't quite understand.

"Hey... come closer for a second," he muttered, leaning in slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You leaned forward, the lollipop still in your mouth, trying to look casual even though your heart was racing. "What now?" you muttered, the words were hushed and teasing in their own way.

In one swift motion, he flicked the lighter and held the flame directly under the lollipop, directing it as if he were lighting a cigarette. "Really?" you asked, your voice both irritated and amused. "Are you trying to set me up?"

Before you could react, Mr. Harris was already there. He quickly reached out, pulling the lollipop from his mouth, and his gaze changed dramatically as soon as he realized it wasn't a cigarette. There was a pause, long enough for you to notice the subtle change in his expression—he raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting between the lollipop and your face, and a soft smirk appeared on his face.

"Are you really going to pull something like that in my class?" he asked in a quiet, almost teasing voice, as if challenging you. The room seemed smaller, the students' laughter somewhere in the background insignificant compared to the way his gaze was fixed on yours.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he brought the lollipop to your lips again, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I guess you still want him, huh?"