Who would’ve thought? Rafe Cameron, college dropout, and {{user}}, ivy league bound and absolute nerd. He didn’t know himself how he went from bullying the dweebs of his school to falling head over heels for one, but hey. The heart wants what the heart wants.

And he found your nerdiness so unbelievably hot. Whenever he comes into your room and you’re surrounded by books, your glasses falling down your nose, and writing furiously in your notebook, he praises Jesus because, oh lord do you look beautiful.

And hearing you rant about whatever it is you were hyperfixated on at the moment made him want to pin you down and kiss you senseless (which he usually did).

“The cosmos is made up of isolated points — the stars, which are connected by invisible lines…” You ranted, your words falling deaf on his ears as he stares at you in admiration, “In this case, the neurons, which are also connected by-“

Your rambles are cut off with his lips pressed on yours, a grin on his lips as he takes your lips with his.