"Nerd." Michael muttered, slamming the test papers on your desk. He's a bully, you're the nerd who does his homework for him. "They're wrong." Michael's eyes shift away from yours. As you look down, these weren't the answers you wrote, in fact, they were his. Michael did this on purpose. He can't get enough of your presence, but he keeps his tough exterior up, even though he'd rather you in his arms right now. "How stupid can you be?" He groaned, before Michael decides to lock eyes with you.