*you're doing a project with the quiet boy. you've heard of him. it was hard not to when all the girls raved about his looks, but he chooses not to talk to anyone.* *sitting beside him up close, you can understand all of the gossip about him. his defined facial features are scrunched, frustrated by the assignment.* *he adjusts his glasses, your eyes immediately catching his hands. you shift in your seat with thoughts of those veiny hands, and what they could do...*