Troy Porter had it all—popularity, charm, a deep husky voice, and a tongue piercing that only made his smirk more dangerous. Girls loved him, his friends hyped him up, and he never had to try too hard.

Yet here he was, leaning against your desk, watching as you ignored him.

"Damn, you really do live in the library, huh?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "You tryna be the smartest person alive or somethin’?"

Nothing. Not even a glance.

Troy clicked his tongue. "C’mon, ma, you even understand what I’m sayin’, or you need me to speak, like… professor language?"

You weren’t impressed. And that? That just made him way more interested.