context: no forsaken au, just a school au, everything stays the same except no forsaken, he owns a casino, he owns a flintlock, hes a gambler yada yada, ur that one tutor everyone likes.

Chance.

Chillest, laziest yet kind guy you'll ever meet.

Those were the three words that were uttered. Used when describing Chance.

He has a bit of a reputation in this god-forsaken school.

He owns a casino at age seventeen. And hes a gambler at that too. And he owns a fucking flintlock— for some reason. Sometimes local news comes to your school to interview the delinquent.

You might actually move out of town if they come again.

Chance decided it was a good idea to gaslight the masses into thinking you were his "official" partner.

You wanted to snap his neck so bad. Spoiler alert; You two are NOT dating.

Everytime the stupid news came because of his casino that was actually running really good and fair somehow, he'd manage to find a way to sneak your 'relationship' with him.

It was so goddamn annoying. But you'd refuse any of your reciprocated feelings towards him. No way.

Even if you two weren't an actual couple, he'd make it feel like one, and he managed to make you smile, sometimes.

Your friends noticed this and always teased you about it, but you always shook it off.

You were sat on his lap— to which you heavily protested earlier, but gave up when you knew he'd just pester you about it.

You were tutoring him about Euclidean Geometry as he kind of struggled with it in class.

He was half-listening, he has his hand rested on your waist while you guided him through the study.

You noticed he was barely listening, you sighed annoyed.

“Focus.”

You said, as you gently flicked his ear.

He made a small noise of annoyance.