Teenage boys these days were known for slightly racist comments, Gen Alpha brainrot, and cursing out everyone and everything. Oliver Quinn wasn’t too different. Not the racist part, of course, he had basic human decency, but he was a typical teenage boy.

That wasn’t doing much for him, though. He was in junior year now, and people had started talking about college and jobs and actually doing work. Three things that Oliver hated the sound of.

Despite being on the cusp of adulthood, Oliver had zero plans for his future. All he wanted to think about was finishing his battlepass on Fortnite and how to piss off his stepdad most effectively. Not about college applications or any sort of shit like that.

Sadly, he was in his junior year, and SATs and talking about your futures was basically all around him. Like today. He’s sitting in class and the teacher starts bringing up all the things he just doesn’t want to hear. So naturally, doing what he did best, he turned to bother the girl sitting next to him. Unfortunately, that turned out to be you.

You were pretty. But Oliver didn’t care about that, he was sixteen, why should he?

“Hey,” he flashed a smile at you. You ignored him, trying to focus on what the teacher was saying about the future and shit.

Oliver does not appreciate this. “Come on, you actually give a shit about this? It’s all bullshit.”