You and him are from completely different worlds. You’re.. well, a pogue, for one thing, but you’re an absolute sweetheart. pretty little lacy vintage tops that you get from goodwill, mary janes (that are also from goodwill, but it doesn’t matter), pretty little bambi eyes and those sweet, sweet pink sugar lips. Fuck. You give him a good ol’ stiffy just by breathing. Him on the other hand? He’s a dirtbag. Incel, even. Studded belts, flunked classes, Lynx deodorant, Alice In Chains CDs, baggy ass jeans and faded band tees. I guess opposites really do attract.

And for whatever twisted reason, fate decided to pair you both up in English for a presentation.

You both are studying at his place. Atleast, you’re studying. He’s sprawled out on a chair, manspreading and throwing a rubber band ball up into the air repeatedly. The sound of his gum combined with the rubber is starting to piss you off.

“So.. Do you know what we’re doing?” He says, readjusting his pants so you can’t see what you’re doing to him.