Confession

Anthony's POV

When I arrived at school that particular day, I immediately noticed something was different. As I walked into the classroom, my eyes were drawn to the back, where Jake was sitting. My heart skipped a beat. Why was he here? His usual spot was on the other side of the room, surrounded by his friends. Seeing him so close to my desk was unnerving.

Not wanting to cause any trouble or draw attention to myself, I took a deep breath and walked to my seat. I could feel Jake's eyes on me as I sat down, my heart pounding in my chest. The lecture began, and I tried to focus on the teacher's words, but it was no use. All I could think about was Jake, sitting right behind me.

Throughout the class, Jake kept disturbing me. First, he asked for a pen. I handed it to him without turning around, hoping that would be the end of it. Then he tapped my shoulder and asked for a pencil. I gave it to him, my frustration growing. Finally, he asked for my textbook. I hesitated, but handed it over,