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I cleared my throat for the thousandth time today. The aircon blew strong in the lecture theatre and it was getting harder to concentrate on the mundane Chemistry lecture. My temperature was rising and my windpipe felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter with every single minute that passed. I was sick, and dumb for trying to come to school in this horrible state of mine. Another series of coughs followed and I silently cursed myself as the students seated at the row in front of me turned around. Uttering a soft 'sorry', I looked down at my lecture book and stared. The 4th digit of the digital clock didn't seem to change and I leaned against the shoulder of my friend who was seated right beside me.

10 minutes passed and even with my jacket on, I had already started shivering 5 minutes ago. My forehead was burning hot and I could really do with some rest. Obviously, the monotonous voice of the lecturer didn't serve it's purpose as a lullaby at this point of time.

Fiddling with the phone in my pocket, I almost jumped out of my seat when it vibrated. On the display screen, his name appeared with the message he sent me scrolling by at the top of the screen.

"Are you okay?" the message read. Aww... That's so sw--. Wait. How did he know that I was... Leaning forward, I looked to the right, where his class sat. He looked up and I looked back at my notes. Our eyes almost met. Butterflies flew affluter in my stomach. Looking up again, this time, our eyes locked. Black stared into black. A fire burned from within and the heat crept up the nape of my neck and spread out across my cheeks. It must have been rather evident as he shot me a smirk before resuming his conversation with his friends.

For a moment there, I had totally forgotten that I was currently running a fever. My phone vibrated again and I unlocked my phone, dropping my highlighter in a moment of frenzy. The students in front turned around again and I gave them a sheepish smile.

"Fancy coming to school with a fever. No idea if you're plain dumb or you're just missing me too much." the message read.

I swore my temperature shot up by a few degree celsius. Was he flirting with me?

Leaning forward again, I gave him a death glare. He raised his eyebrows and smirked once more. But for now, dealing with him wasn't my number one priority. Fever. I was running a fever.

I rested my head upon the table top. Cold. My eyelids grew increasingly heavy and for once, it wasn't due to the lecturer's voice and just when my eyes were about to snap shut, my friend pressed something soft against my head. Lifting my head up with whatever energy I had have left, my eyes caught sight of the familiar jacket that laid by my side. I looked to the right again but he was looking at the screen in front.

My phone vibrated again and unlocking it, the message that he sent read, "Wear it."

Putting the jacket on, it didn't take long before I really fell asleep this time round.