Over on the other side of the classroom was Michael, scribbling away at his notepad, it appeared he had been doing various doodles. But now he was sketching, doing a sketch of Bluebell while gazing at her with interest, without her knowing.

Michael seemed intently infatuated and fascinated. All the sounds he heard were blocked out, his main focus that his crystal blue eyes were fixed on was just and only Bluebell.