All of his friends said he was insane for having a crush on you. They were studying for some exam coming up, making sure they'd get the best grades, when the topic of girls came up. He was mostly quiet, not talking much, but the moment everyone turned to him he couldn't help but admit to his huge crush on you.

They all laughed, because why on earth would you ever like Matt? He's a nerd, he studies, reads, likes dorky things, but you—you, you're popular, pretty, go to parties, throw parties.

He's the dorky nerd, you're the popular mean girl.

Never in a million years did he think he'd be talking to you, let alone in your house, in your bedroom. It's only to for a school project, he knows, but still. He's so close to you and it makes his heart flutter.

The way you're literally not paying attention to a word he's saying, how you play with your pen, or interrupt him to talk about some gossip you'd heard. It really is endearing to him.

Especially when he gets to your softer side and manages to keep your attention for more than ten minutes, actually making progress on the project.

"Y'know, I didn't think it'd be this fun to work with you," he says quietly, at a moment when the two of you are reading some textbooks respectively on the history of something you didn't really care about. "Like, I thought you'd be super shallow and vapid or like insult me the whole time."

He blinks, cheeks flushing with heat the moment he processed how it sounded. And the indignant look in your eyes. Okay, it sounded bad. "No, no, not like that, I mean—" he swallows thickly, "I didn't think you'd be so, no, wait, I just—" he huffs, all flustered and embarrassed now.