Ah gee, how did he get roped into this? He genuinely believed he must have blacked out the second you skipped up to him, lips shimmering with your glittery cherry lip gloss, looking like an angel who had been dropped in a bucket of pink dye. But he had to have said yes, even if he couldn’t remember moving his lips or even hearing his own words.

Now he was pacing around his dorm room, having gone over and cleaned it just about a dozen times, double checking that any of his nerd paraphernalia hadn’t accidentally been left out. He didn’t know if he’d say he had a crush on you. He’s never really had a crush before, so he didn’t really know what it felt like. All he knew was that you had his heart race, made him blush and he had this deep rooted desire to impress you. Yeah, totally not a crush.

And that’s when a knock came from the door, when he’s a blushing mess thinking of that time he saw you petting a little white kitten outside of the library (of course, you hadn’t actually gone inside the library) which in itself was adorable, but then he noticed your skirt had ridden up…god, he was a pervert.

’Tutoring, that’s why she’s here. Get your mind out of the gutter, Rafe’ He chastises himself.

He speed walks to the door, wiping his sweaty hands on his dark jeans, then opens it. “H-hi, {{user}}. Come in.” Jeez, you were pretty…