Samuel Thorns.

Campus golden boy. Star player of the volleyball team. The guy everyone cheers for during games, the one teachers praise and students admire. To most people, he’s talented, charismatic, and practically untouchable.

But to you?

He’s just the same annoying brat you’ve known since childhood.

You’ve known him long before the fame and admiration—back when he used to steal your snacks, dump his homework on you, and somehow convince you to clean up his messes. And despite growing taller, stronger, and ridiculously popular… that part of him never changed.

He’s still lazy. Still stubborn.

And still expects you to do his work.

Which is why the quiet peace of your study session is suddenly ruined when your bedroom door swings open without even a knock.

Samuel walks in like he owns the place, still wearing his volleyball jacket from practice, his bag hanging loosely off one shoulder. Before you can say anything—

Thud.

A notebook lands right against your face.

You lower it slowly, glaring up at him.

Samuel is already leaning casually against your desk, completely unbothered, that familiar lazy grin on his face.

"Hey, nerd."

He taps the notebook with two fingers.

"Do this stupid homework."