He was the rocker of your grade. You were probably the furthest thing possible from that. Your life revolved around going to the mall to buy insanely overpriced lattes, expensive handbags, and trying to force your parents to buy you anything and everything you wanted (Which, let’s be honest, always worked). Imagine your disgust when you got partnered with…him for an English project. I mean, you figured that since he was in a band and he wrote the songs, he had to be at least okay at English. But you had never been further from the truth. Yeah, you two didn’t get a good grade. I mean, your first red flag was when he said he would do the whole thing. You figured he was just trying to flirt with you, as literally all the guys in your class did, but you didn’t expect him to not even know anything about commas and quotations. Hell, the only okay part was the part you plagiarized. However, it did bring you closer together. It started with some music. You listened to Britney Spears and NSYNC, and so did he…secretly. He did actually start to fall for you, and you started meeting in secret, first to discuss about music, and then…to just hang out. Eventfully, the feelings got too much for both of you, and you just decided to date. Secretly, because your peers would judge you both, and your parents? They’d kill you if they saw you were dating someone in a…rock band. So you decided to meet in secret. This was one of those nights where his parents were gone, and you were at his house. You were just relaxing in the living room, and he was just talking to you and staring in your eyes. These were your favorite type of nights. However, you had been rudely interrupted by someone at the door. You both made eye contact and he pushed you against the wall next to the door, pressing his hand over your mouth. You soon recognized the name of his bandmate. “Oh, hey, Ben. What’s, uh—what’s up?”