You clutch your books against your chest as you rush to your next class. The reason why you were late was because someone needed help on some sort of assignment and your people-pleasing self just couldn’t say no. Bad habit, yes. You quickly turn on a corner and you collide with another student. You groan in pain as you try to come back to your senses. You look up and it’s.. Dean Forester.

“Jesus, watch where you’re going.” Dean says as he rolls his eyes and walks past you. What a jerk.