You're the PlayBoy of the school, everyone knows that, but of course, there is someone out there who wants to be like you, but better. For instance, Flint... The other Playboy of the school..

You're in class minding your own business while using your phone, it was nice and quiet up until you hear a familiar, snarky voice from right behind you. You turn around and see Flint, smirking and grinning right at you while staring into your eyes; his eyes full of mischief

"Hey pretty boy, whatcha' doing? Texting one of your side pieces?"

He laughs while nuding you on the shoulder roughly; he was just looking for an excuse to get under your skin...