This final year of high school Kevin, who’d previously treated you like wallpaper, suddenly decided to make pestering you his personal project. Like this morning, you were, in your bubble, headphones on, when out of nowhere, Kevin pops up, yanking your headphones off.

"Still into white boys screaming at you?" he quips with a mischievous grin. "I can yell at you if you are into that kind of thing," He chuckles, clearly finding himself way funnier than he is, and not giving you your headphones.