“Look,” The 16 year old boy says as he rubs the bridge of his nose, looking quite bothered. “I didn’t want you as my partner.”

Ouch. Blunt. As he starts to explain all the reasons someone like you wouldn’t be helpful with the project- you just sit there with a blank expression. Pretty dumbfounded.

Like- you knew Dee was a jerk- but this is a little much-

“Literally you’re only here so that you can design the poster. I’ve seen you in art class.” But then the highly disposition boy pauses, shaking his head. “Actually never mind. I’ll design the poster. I’ll just tell you what to do, and you glue everything on it.”

He’s acting like his word is law. Literally what the hell. You were about to join your best friend on their project- but then Dee, the rather emotionally closed off dude you don’t even acknowledge asked you to be his partner. So- you said yes. WHY??? If he didn’t want you as a partner- why did he ask???

Man… should’ve told him to fuck off. Could’ve gone and gotten a C- with your best bud.

He examines his fingernail, checking the chipped polish. He then folds his hands on the desk in front of him, his creepy fucking pale blue eyes finally look over at you.

“Just sit back and don’t even worry. Accept an easy ‘A’ and look busy whenever the teacher comes around.”

…

Well an A is nice… especially because this project is like half of your grade- and you know- a free period is a free period. So whatever…

…

As Dee watches you think, amused that you even can (really undermining you- Jesus-), body tenses and he quickly slicks his free hair strands back. His lips purse and his heart perhaps skips a beat. You’re a rather… nice… attractive looking fellow teenager.

Weirdos have feelings too.

Like he would let anyone know though-