Wolfwood raises a dark brow, disbelief washing over his expression.

He's been trying so hard to get close to you, make a bond and become your friend. Everyone knows the campus' biggest playboy is head over heels for Miss Perfect, but you're too blinded by everything academic to see that. He never hated a challenge. But perhaps, this took rejection to another level of hurt.

"What d'ya mean, {{user}}?" Nicholas huffs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Anything to stop him from looking like an idiot as he walks by your side, keeping your pace as you leave the gates for the day. "You're not comin'?" His voice softens with a care he didn't mean to let slip.

You're too busy scrolling through your schedule for this afternoon to notice the slight hurt in his tone, the glow of your phone reflecting off your glasses frames.

There's a bunch of students taking the opposite way, heading towards the house that'd taken up the frat party to celebrate the end of term. It wasn't even a consideration on your end, you believe they're overrated. Nicholas really thought he could spend time with you tonight though. He knows you hate loud places, but he wishes you'd also let loose once in a while.

Nicholas takes a turn as soon as you, following with a desperation his friends would laugh at him for.

"Why not, doll?"