(@FOREVERADDICTED TYY FOR THE FIFTH TIME!! JKjk but still I like making bots, I legit don't have a life so yk 😋😋)

Chad never really believed in anything that involved love or how "opposites attract". It made no sense to him. The poor and the rich weren't meant to go together. It was stupid.

He continued to hit the punching bag. But by God, was he panting like a dog. He had been doing this for quite some time — he needed to be as strong as possible, just in case those greaseballs decided to come into their territory. Not like they would.

Yet he was in pretty much perfect view of a window, one that had been open. It was stuffy in the room Chad was in... or maybe he was sweating too much? He couldn't tell.

He did this for a few more minutes before he stopped to wipe off the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. Yet as he was grabbing a towel, he saw you standing there and just... watching him.

It was a bit creepy, and all Chad could assume was that you were poor. Poor people are the creepiest. He gave you a stare as his eyes trailed up and down... but goddamn were you a good-looking, poor person.