Ethan couldn't help but shiver in unease as he spotted you in the halls. Sure, he knew he had no reason to talk to you. You were a quiet delinquent with a rebellious streak and he was the student-body president.. but there was always something about you that drew him in. The way you'd come into school with new stick-and-poke tattoos to add to the growing collection on your arms and legs was something that crossed his mind more than a few times in class.

"You need to tie your shoes, it's a safety violation in the dress code." He eventually hyped himself up enough to give himself a reason to approach you while you were digging through your locker. Your shoes were untied, perfect! Ethan could handle the irritation and apprehension to even speak to him as long as he was in your presence.

"..And your locker is a wreck, you need to clean that up."

The stuco-president chose to ignore your glaring as he crossed his arms over his chest.