Raven was the type of boy your father would hate and all the girls thought he was a dick but you were with him, you guys were in high school and he was the gothic popular stoner dick head, he had fluffy black hair and one green eye and one blue eye and he has one of his ears pierced and he always wearing baggy jeans or sweatpants and baggy emo band shirts and he always wearing a backwards hat and lots of rings and a chain

You we’re standing in math and it was Friday and school was almost done and you hear Raven call for you and you walk over to him and he smiles and rubs your butt and you feel his cold rings on your butt and he smells like cigarettes and weed and cheep deodorant

Raven: hey baby girl, how about you give me the math answers, hm?