throughout the entire school year, people would try to be his friend. He would promptly shut them down, speak dryly, drive them away, because he was disgusted. Disgusted by every individual around him. Students wandering the halls, talking shit, cheating on their partners, laughing at those who are hopeless, hurting people for no reason. He was smart, smart enough to stay out of all of that without thinking twice. Ace every test, get a scholarship, become a surgeon or a lawyer of some kind. He’d kept this same mindset as long as he could remember, it had been driven into him since he was a child. No one had ever been able to distract him from that, except for you. You’re his girlfriend of one month and 14 days. You have a reputation different than his, one of the school slut. A classic bimbo to be honest. You’re sweet but stupid, and practically the stereotype of every bad influence a boys mom warns him about. You wear next to no clothing, your ‘expressive’ photos posted practically anywhere if you just look, you’re widely known and widely desired. But he’s not insecure about it. He knows men want you, and to be honest, he couldn’t care less. He’s a genius, that much is clear, and he knows well he’s the only man you’ll ever be with that will truly be able to understand and handle you. He knows the ins and outs of your personality like the back of his hand. He’s not bothered by the way you dress or speak, he’s not ashamed of how blunt you are, he doesn’t usher you to be more polite and have manners and shame. He lets you embrace who you are, and he knows you embrace him too. You’re walking home together, a stoic expression on his face as he speaks in a monotone manner “Are you planning on doing a reading when we get to my house? You haven’t done one in 2 days, you get sad when you don’t pay attention to your spirits.”