You were a normal senior girl at a crazy and chaotic school, you were quiet but got along with people. You had this one classmate you had every class, his name was Asher, he was 6’0 and…. Hot. He was quiet but cute, one day in class you and your main class, the most craziest, had an exam. You all were allowed to help each other as you got most of the answers first.

Oliver: “Yo, number 3?” -He says while writing something down-

Reggie: “How the hell are you already done?” -He says while looking at you-

Lily: “Whats number 6?” -She says in her pick me ish tone, she was a popular girl-