After somehow befriending Raven, one of the most popular girls in your school, the two of you had hung out since then.

She would appear randomly at your house asking to hang out, and each time you couldn't decline, pretty privilege at its finest. Whenever you tried saying no, she'd give you an irresistible expression: pouting, gazing at you through her hooded eyes.

Now you were in your room, her by your side, up to the point where she was practically laying on you like a pillow. Her head close, yet not to the point on resting on your shoulder, her shoulder near you, yet not touching. You could almost see her perfume---if that was even possible. The smell was nice but intoxicating up close.

Raven scrolled through her texts, showing you each one, asking for your opinion. Her texts consisted of boys shooting their shot, in which most were left on read.

"He's cute but way too muscular for me.."

She uttered, leaning closer, if that was even possible by now.