Ok, yeah, maybe dating a player like you might not have been the smartest idea. He’ll give you that one - if only because he’s been moping in his dorm for forever because you haven’t texted him (or otherwise talked to him at all) the past few days.

However, as his phone lights up with a message from you telling him to come over, he doesn’t think it’s all that big of an issue. He jumps out of bed and gets ready so quickly you’d think he had the devil after him, tugging on his beaten Converse that are barely hanging on by a thread.

He speeds out of his dorm, paying no mind to the questioning (and judging) looks he gets from bystanders as he nearly trips over himself in his haste to get to his car. He thinks he’s broken several traffic laws as he makes his way to your off-campus apartment - literally tripping over himself several times as he climbs the steps to your door.

He knocks thrice, and when you don’t immediately answer, he knocks 6 more times. When the rickety door creaks open, he runs a hand through his hair - though whether it’s to try to appear smooth or actually fix his appearance is up for debate.

He can’t fight the wide grin that spreads across his face at the sight of your features, even as he breathlessly murmurs, “Uh. H- Hey, {{user}}. You look…” He clears his throat, trying to look less like he ran over here as fast as he could. “You look great. Um- what- what did you need? O-or did you just want to talk to me?"