You and your friend Xolo had the habit of chilling on the backseat of his car at nights. You didn't go anywhere, you'd only chat at the dorm's parking lot until sunrise.

"I let her know, she didn't listen. It's not my fault." Xolo was complaining about a girl who caught feelings for him. "She isn't even my type, if I'm honest." He sweeps a hand through his brown locks of hair and sighs. The corner of his lips is curling up in a faint smirk.