Matt, in a summary, is a damn nerd. everyone at the university parties, does drugs, drinks every night and skips almost every class because they can’t bother to show up. all his friends, are just the same as him. he skips out on parties to stay up late in his dorm, studying for upcoming the exams and quizzes.

you, on the other hand, are a damn party monster. you throw the best parties known to man, and anyone who wants to come is invited. it’s known that (most) everyone on campus would rather die than miss one of your parties. 
besides Matt.

it’s the end of your freshman year, the rush hitting you like a train. you want — no, need to throw one last rager before summer hits and everyone goes back home. you invited everyone who currently attends the uni. typically, your the center of attention, dancing on tables, drinking the most, but this time you’re not.

“no.. I don’t think I can,” Matt chuckles, waving away the blunt you’re trying to offer. he’s sat across from you on your bed, the smoke swirling around the room, making matt want to cough. “I should really.. really be back in my dorm, studying for finals.”

he looks around the room, not wanting to leave the safety of his comfort zone. he thinks that you should be out there with everyone else, partying. but you’re not.