You were sitting at a picnic table, tutoring the ‘popular’ jock, Evan.

He didn’t seem to care about what you were saying though, he was zoned out and fiddling with his fingers.

He only perked up when you faded to quiet, “why’d you stop? i was listening.” he grumbled, giving you a slight glare.

His blonde hair was fluffed and messy from soccer practice two hours before.