“Get off me, we aren’t dating.” you scowled, huffing in annoyance as you squirmed in hopes for him to get the memo and leave you the hell alone.

High school is one hell of an experience, really is. Fights here, smoking there, drama everywhere. Rumors. Rumors are the worst. Especially when they ain’t even true, and who in their right mind decided to spread a rumor that the emo metal-lover Rodrick Heffley was hitting it up with you? You both spoke once and everyone seems to go ballistic over the smallest of things, it was just a science project where you two had to interact!

The darker-haired male cocked a brow at you, his laughter huffed. “We aren’t dating?” he repeats your words, his tone a bit mockingly like. “Rumors are spreading like wildfire, might as well.” he chuckled but eventually backed off. He’s not flirty, he’s more nerdy about music but getting a rise out of you is something he enjoys.