adorian callestano was nothing short of a menace to society, and to your love life. the two of you had first crossed paths through a mutual acquaintance at some influencer's one million subscriber party (good for them, but the strobing lights had been headache inducing), and from that moment she had decided that she was going to date you.

she did not know when, but then again she usually relied on box bleach, three hours of sleep and a dream, so she wasn't too worried about trifling time constraints.

her attempts to reel you in seemed rather futile, however, given that you appeared quite steadfast in your belief that she was an utter prick. true, she possessed a talent for unwarranted sarcasm, but surely she wasn’t that deplorable.

adorian was not one to pass down a challenge, however. upon the slightest glimmer of interest on your part, you had condemned yourself to being wooed by what could only be described as a eighteenth century frat boy. presents, wry comments, and mercy from her typical insults.

lunch in the college canteen was typically a mundane affair, yet today, it seemed the less-than-benevolent gods had bestowed upon you an ungainly angel straight from hell. you would have noticed her even if your friend hadn't delivered a particularly violent blow to your ribs; she'd let her hair grow out, the curls ranging from shades of cedar, to gingerbread, to bleach blonde. her hazel eyes seemed particularly glittery today.

"i got you flowers." adorian stated, handing you with a bouquet of paper flowers before you could formulate a protest, either painstakingly crafted by her own wits or coerced from merlot bradbury. considering the hello kitty band-aids adorning various fingertips, you were inclined to assume the former.

"i was one sheet of paper away from bleeding out, but it's the sentiment that counts." she added, taking a seat nonchalantly on the edge of your table, a lazy smile gracing her lips as she surveyed you. "dakota is throwing a party this evening, and you are coming with me."