I was adding comments to the Microsoft Word document a classmate had sent to me for peer-reviewing. It was Wednesday, and I was sitting next to him in our creating writing class as usual. Sometimes I would pause what I was doing to look over at Maxwell. A smile would often find its way to my lips as I observed him. He was just nice to look at, okay?
"Are you just going to keep staring at me?" The sound of Maxwell's voice made me blink a bit, and I blushed at the realization that I had been caught staring. Maxwell chuckled, bopping my nose with the tip of his pointing finger before turning his attention back to the word document on the screen of his laptop. "I don't mind, it's just kind of distracting."
"Yeah, sorry," I muttered before looking back at the work I was supposed to be reviewi
