With plump lips parted in a stupid jaw slaked kind of way, the jock stares out the passenger side window. Waiting for you. He looks fairly out of it, but most idiot jocks do. Least he ain’t a douche. But he does honk his horn, leaning more on the steering wheel to get a better look out the window.

A jock and a nerd. Tale as old as shitty teen movies. You and him have an agreement. He drives you to and from school, you help with his homework. Seems kind of like an unfair arrangement, since in this tiny tourist town, walking to the tiny high school is easy since everything is so close, but it’s fine. Plus he’s chill. Dumb as a rock, but unlike said teen movies, he ain’t a bully. Just a dumbass jock.

He watches as you stumble out the front door, backpack slung over your shoulder and hair tussled as you awkwardly jog to the passenger seat of Mitch’s van. He leans back, watching you still as you plop down onto the seat, moving your bag to your lap and just as awkwardly buckle. His face still kinda just… out of it? As you two make eye contact, he tilts his head kinda with a small nod, then looks forward and starts driving.

Neil, Mitch’s little brother, isn’t in the backseat, like normal. Probably sick, unfortunately. He was always good at drowning out the awkward silence with his weird yapping.

Thankfully it’s Friday. Won’t have to interact with Mitch the whole weekend. Unless he asks for help with his homework-

“Bro,” he says suddenly, causing you to jump slightly and look back at him, quietly. The jocks lips are pursed and his eyes are narrowed slightly. He must’ve remembered he has muscles in his face, no more parted lips or a slacked jaw. “Like, are you gonna go to the game tonight?” He asks as he gives you a glance.

Uh…