"Nah man, can't be ed bro." He jeers over the phone, his legs placed on his desk as he leans back on his chair precariously. "Just text me after class or something - busy now."

I watch him from the corner of my eyes and tuck my hair behind my ear, so I can look without being noticed. The rest of the students are looking down at their work - no one is allowed to speak in class, let alone have phones, but this is a rule that he has disregarded many times already.

My math work in front of me is becoming just a jumble of numbers and letters as I listen.

"Dude seriously! Can't!" He laughed and I shudder at the sound. The girls next to me shift and I know that they're all itching to hear his honey voice laugh again. "No way! Look, I'll come tonight and--"

"Mr Kim please, for the love of all that is good take your feet off the table. I've told you many times before! Now get your feet off the table!" The teacher marches over and taps her fingers harshly on his desk. We all raise our heads from our work and look over at the scene. Mrs Yong has a hand on her hip and a couple strands  of hair have escaped from the tight grey bun on her head. She is frazzled and irritated and upset and exactly how he wants her to be. She's fallen for his trap. "Mr Kim, do it right now before I send you to the principal's office!"

Kai looks up from his phone and gives her a wide, impish grin before hanging up, raising his hands in a defensive position and teasing, "Woah miss calm down! My feet are going down okay? No need to get so worked up!"

We all cringe and wait for Mrs Yong's wrath.

He has this habit of winding up the teachers - or any form of superiority really - to the point where they are about to physically attack him, and then he does exactly as they say, rendering them completely unable to do anything but shake their heads in fury and walk away without any punishment. Mrs Yong does exactly that and her face puffs up, shining bright red and I swear to god that she is one neuron away from an aneurism before she exhales and lifts a hand to her temple and rubs it. She walks away - crisis averted.

Some of his douchebag friends whoop quietly beside him, earning slaps on the head from Mrs Yong, while some of us try not to snicker and turn back to our work, and the model class students glare disapprovingly from their seats at the very front. I look at him for a moment longer; his dazzling smile, his very shapely eyebrows and his beautiful, lovely hands and I sigh, the small smile on my face turning stale and falling off.

Before I can look away, he catches my eye and we share the quickest of looks. 

I don't really know how to explain it; whenever we look at each other, it's like it's just the two of us. The moment our eyes connect all the sounds from the people around me filter out and all I can see is him, his eyes, his face, his aura, everything. It's awkward because we don't speak, but they way he looks at me for that one second... it's like he knows; it's like he knows every thought that runs through my mind and how much I want for him to be accepted, for him to be loved, for him to be viewed the way I view him. 

He looks away and I twist my head to look back at my math sheet. 

I don't dare to look at him again.