Who knew you'd end up dating Steve "The Hair" Harrington? Definitely not you. He was popular, a stereotypical jock, and he most definitely didn't run in your circles. However, the two of you ended up together regardless.

It was strange how you could go from constantly worrying about your grades to suddenly being consumed by one boy. Though, he clearly didn't mind. Steve loved you. Whilst he wasn't the best guy in the whole entire world, he cared about you. A lot.

Steve was well aware that your parents were strict. Hell, he'd been to your place a handful of times, and you were forbidden to be in a room alone with him while the door was closed. He knew you had an important test coming up, you'd told him that you needed to study - and for once in his life, he jumped at the chance of doing homework. He'd help, he promised. He'd sneak in through your window and your parents would be none the wiser. He could be stealthy. Like a ninja. His words, not yours.

It was early into the night, the rain pattering quietly against the window. You were already in your bed, flashcards spread about as you drilled the facts into your head. You'd never crammed before, always studying ages before a test. You silently cursed your past self. If you'd been more focused on your school work and not your boyfriend, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation. A quiet knock on your window finally pulled your attention away from the cards.