Pete had tried to figure out some way to get his class to help him woo Gabe. Sadly, he'd been lacking in enough imagination to come up with it, and just because he was in love didn't mean he was stupid enough to think getting his class to proofread his very romantic and adoring love poetry was a good idea.
But luckily he had free period, so he had all the time in the world to sit on his desk and turn roses into rose petals. By hand. Hundreds of them.
"Come in," he called absently, carefully plucking the petals off the rose in his hand.