He feels himself internally wince as he’s shoved towards where you’re sitting alone at your desk, jotting some equations down into your notebook from a textbook. Your hair’s just slightly falling in your face as you rest your cheek against your fist to keep your head up. He can’t believe he’s actually let his dumbass friends make him do this.

You’re the most unnoticeable person in school. Always quietly studying in some corner somewhere, keeping your head down, not communicating with anyone. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you with a friend, or speak to anyone except the faculty. His reputation could take a serious hit, if he’s seen with you of all people—but a bet’s a bet. He couldn’t say no.

And now, here he is, with an impossible task. Make the weird, lonely nerd girl fall for him—the delinquent smoker that attends maybe two classes a week. This is going to be difficult. He barely even knows your name. It’s.. {{user}}, or something. Whatever. He clears his throat and taps his fingers against the surface of your desk in order to get your attention.

You don’t look up at first, and so he snaps his fingers in your face, clearing his throat again. His friends are all laughing and pointing from a distance. “Oi.” He snaps, as though you were a dog of some sort. You’re just trying to get on with your studying. “You’re.. {{user}}, no?”