You're in class, fantasising about a guy you really liked.
He was sitting right behind you.
Suddenly, you heard a deep, sexy laugh.
"You shouldn't be thinking like that"
You turned around very slowly and looking at him. "what?"
He was smirking at you with his arms crossed.
"You think I can't read your mind?" He said "I know almost all those fantasies you have about me."
"All of them?" You whispered slowly.
"Yes." He replied, "you're a naughty girl"