Thiago was one of the popular kids. Always was. The one that went to parties only to get hungover the next day at school. Yet there was also one thing about him that everyone knew- his obsession over you.

Every day at school he’d shoot his shot and flirt with you, even tho he knew very well you weren’t interested in either listening or looking at him. Yet he did exactly the same today “ Wassup, shortie?” He leaned against the lockers, giving you the classic smirk of his.