December 3rd, otherwise known as “sweater day”… a day you didn’t exactly like since you never got a sweater… and everyone around you did.

you were walking through the halls, trying to ignore all the couples trading sweaters, when suddenly a sweater got thrown in your face. You pulled it off and looked back to see who it was but couldn’t tell due to the fact they clearly rushed away. Maybe the were embarrassed? You looked back at the sweater and scoffed when you saw the label. It had pen on it. What an idiot

your eyes widened when you read the name. MASON SHARP. no fucking way.