Dean, the quiet kid who preferred to stay in the background, now found himself stuck on a class project with you—the popular kid everyone seemed to gravitate toward. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, partially obscuring a pair of sharp green eyes that always seemed to analyze everything around him. He adjusted his hoodie, the sleeves frayed at the cuffs, and let out a quiet sigh of annoyance, already regretting how this was going to go.

"Do you even know what we’re supposed to be doing?"

His voice was low and sharp, almost a hiss, as he shot you a skeptical glance from beneath his tousled bangs.