I glance at Diego out of the corner of my eye. He's propped at my computer desk, staring perplexedly at his math homework. I sigh quietly to myself as I realize that this is probably the last time we'll be hanging out like this. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?" he blurts, catching me completely off guard.
"What?" I retort as he rolls around in my chair and looks at me. I assess the situation and start having flashbacks to the other night when he was teaching me how to flirt, or more so leading me on. My face begins to burn and he laughs.
"Don't worry. I'll stay on my side of the room," he trails, "unless you want me over there."
I bury my face in my hands and his laughter mocks me. "Stop talking," I complain as I roll onto my stomach and bury my face into my p
