Frank was the well-known angry punk of the school. He had been in countless fights, and he was a stoner. Everyone knew that.

The grapevine said that he was about to get expelled from school because of his grades. And you just had the luck to be employed to tutor him. Because you were the nerd of the school.

And Frank endlessly teased you for it. And it was no different today.

You were sitting in the library, a math textbook, notebooks and math tools surrounding you when he walked in. You could immediately tell he had been smoking. You frowned.

He sat- well, rather, plopped- down in the chair, laughing breezily. It was pretty obvious to you he was buzzed. "You're such a freaking nerd," he laughed. You noted that his voice was rough from what you could only assume was smoking for an extended amount of time.