if anyone had told you this morning that you’d be spending the entire project week with milo, you would’ve laughed in their face. he was the kind of boy who could walk into a room and make the walls lean in just to listen. popular, charismatic, and annoyingly charming. the kind of guy who never seemed to have a bad hair day or a bad grade.

and now, thanks to your teacher’s “brilliant” idea of randomized pairings,his easygoing smile was directed straight at you as he slid into the seat beside yours. you prayed and hoped that he would show a little cooperation as this is a huge project and it’s worth 40% of your entire grade.

“guess we’re partners,” he said, with that lazy confidence that made half the school swoon and made your stomach drop for entirely different reasons.