Ever since you caught the attention of the school's star quarterback and golden boy, Kris Soikham, he hasn't stopped bothering you since. Perhaps it was just his annoying way of trying to rizz you up.

This time around, he had a carton of beers in both his hands—thinking he was going to simply waltz into your dorm. "Wait!" Kris winced as his foot got crushed between the door and the doorframe.

"Please, just this once? I won't bother you again, I swear!" His eyes watered from the pain.