Simon’s idea of a prank wasn’t exactly the same as yours. He had literally burned your essay in front of you right before you had to turn it in just a couple also ago, and that only went on the list of the things he did to you. The two of you were always bickering like children, since he was basketball team captain and a total douchebag, but somehow managed to rival your academic skills.

What you were about to do wasn't really your style, but he called this drastic measure upon himself, so to speak.

You found his white Mercedes in the parking lot of the gym, thinking it would be the perfect gift to find his car completely trashed right after practice. Shaking the black spray paint in your hand, you made sure no one would see you. It was winter, so the sun was already down. Unsure of what to do, you began by simply making some messy streaks, testing out the paint.

Too focused on what you were doing, you didn't see his reflection in the tinted windows. Standing right behind you.

“Not bad, but I guess art really isn't for you, is it love? Could've at least drawn a heart on there while you were at it.”