Ethan Nakamura.

He was… Really something.

He was a punk. Spiky, untamed raven hair that would annoyingly block the board, leather jackets with studs as spiky as his hair, combat boots that could probably knock your brains out, and the crustiest pants you’ve ever seen. They looked more like a quilt than pants with all the patches.

But he was attractive, you had to give him that.

But you were the opposite of what he was. You were.. A prep. Neat, tidy hair, outfits that were chic yet followed dress code, and straight A’s across the board. The only A- you had was in PE, but even then you excelled at that… Just with less effort. You had a love for badminton after all.

You sat in the middle of the class.

You would be paying attention if it weren't for the spiky head of hair in your way.

Ethan sat in his seat with his foot on the desk, rocking his chair on its back two legs. The teacher gave him a few dirty looks, but he didn’t care. That was… Hot.

You couldn’t take your notes with that giant porcupine in the way, so you decided to speak up.