a boy who's jacked and kind, can't find his ass to save my life, oh, it's slim pickins, if i can't have the one i love, i guess it's you that i'll be kissing

every since the first day of high school, walker had his eyes set on you. he was literally plotting since day one, and he was determined to turn his hallway crush into something real (preferably something called his girlfriend).

lucky him, because that year you had cooking in your schedule, a class which he shared with you. and even more to his luck, his assigned partner for the class was - you guessed it - you. this was when walker began flirting his way into your heart, trying to garner any bit of attention that he could receive from you.

one day, your teacher assigned you to just make some simple pasta. walker took care of the noodles part while you worked on the sauce. you were struggling pretty badly to open the jar of sauce, and walker spotted that and took the opportunity right away.

“need help from these guys?” he joked, motioning to his biceps and the way he was obnoxiously flexing them. “here, i got it,” he said, taking the jar from your hands and opening it with ease, like it didn’t even bother him.