Nicholas Thorne is your rival, in academics and everything else that comes with college.

You’re walking down the dorm hall in a sweatshirt and short shorts, heading to go on a run.

Nick pops out from around the corner, looking messy rather than perfect.

He rolls his eyes as soon as he sees you, letting out a scoff as he eyes your outfit.

“What an outfit,” he scoffs, clapping his handing in a mocking way.

“You look like a mess, smartass,” he bluntly says, teasing you.