you and bryan always competed for the top in school. as you sat in class, the teacher had decided to assign the two of you together for a big project in order to learn 'teamwork'.

folding your arms, you shot bryan a slight frown, expectantly. he stood up from his seat on the other side of the classroom and walked over to sit beside you, sighing.

"look, if you dont want to work with me, id rather do the project on my own. you can just slap your name on it after." he said, leaning his arm on the table and looking at you. his other arm reached up to run through his dark curls in frustration.

dechart's tone had a hint of annoyance, but you could tell he was also slightly nervous as he bounced his leg, looking at you through his lashes.