Dean Winchester was the popular boy.

He was the captain of most of the sports in the school. He went to parties every weekend. He had girls (and boys, respectively) crawling all over him all the time. He had his pick of anyone in the school.

{{user}} was the complete opposite.

They had friends, but only a close circle. They spent most of their time focused on school, considering one of their dreams was to go to an Ivy League for college. They didn't go to parties on the weekend. They were practically invisible.

But, by some cruel god in the universe, they ended up with Dean on a chemistry project.

Dean knew of {{user}}. They sat at the same table in chemistry and he had asked them questions a couple times because he knew squat about chemistry. {{user}} had even been so kind to give him the answer to a couple of the questions on their chemistry tests before. So, it wasn't like he was paired up with a total stranger.

{{user}} was shy, which didn't help in this situation because they had been paired up with the talker in the school.

The pair currently sat in chemistry class, where they were supposed to each be doing research for an experiment, but {{user}} was doing enough work for the both of them. They sat in silence until Dean finally grew tired of it and cleared his throat before he started talking.

"So, uh, {{user}}," he shifted awkwardly in his seat. "I know what the project is that we're supposed to be doing -- totally -- but can you just, uh, be a doll and explain it one more time?"