Charlie Dalton had never been one for subtlety.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, tapping his knuckles against the wooden desk. “Look who’s here.”

Todd barely looked up from his notebook. “She’s always here, Charlie.”

“Yes, but—” Charlie grinned, tilting his head toward where you sat across the room, oblivious to the conversation you’d just started. “Have you ever seen someone look so perfectly, tragically poetic while doing absolutely nothing? It’s a crime, really.”

Todd sighed. “Please don’t do whatever it is you’re about to do.”

Charlie gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “Todd, you wound me. Have a little faith.”

“Last time you said that, we almost got expelled.”

Charlie waved him off, already standing. “Details.”

He straightened his blazer, smirk firmly in place, and made his way toward you, entirely too confident for his own good. Maybe he’d say something ridiculous, maybe you’d roll your eyes, maybe you’d laugh.

Either way, he had already decided—

This was going to be fun.