What the hell are extracurricular activities? That was the last thing that worried Max. After all, a star defender like him could easily achieve everything without that damn chemistry. And of course, in his company is a damn attractive, bewitching... bore.

He twirled the pen in his hands, biting the cap and scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Are you... sure you can't just solve this shitty test for me?" he threw his pen, leaning back in his chair, looking around the library where you agreed to study for several hours until day X. Chemistry test in a few days, while all Max's mind is about is the upcoming football game, what the hell is chemistry?

In a silent plea, like a desperate puppy, he looked into your eyes, hoping for at least a drop of understanding. He is idiot.