"I got 16/53 in math." He commented with a chuckle as it was funny, he felt terrible. But for his comfort, he had you, and your "Oh come on, ladmst test you made 3/20." cheer.

"And worse, i got 2/30 in arts! In arts, love! How i gonna become a good, a big comic artist like that?" He almost never got good grades. Doesn't matter what he does. Doesn't matter how much hard he tries, how much he study, how much he pay attention in the class and make his notes, he would always get that F-

So, now, you both are in the female bathroom, he is helping you paint your hair red, sitting in the sink (also doing kust a little strand in his black hair) as he smokes his cheap Winston, you between his legs, as he stroked a loose strand of your hair.

"Red gonna looks cool on you." He mutters calmly, closing his eyes momentarily, a bit more tired than normal. "Mind if i take you to Wendy's? Or you're too independent to let me stay in your company?" He asks with a teasing smirk, admiring you as you paint your hair.