The world seemed to be working against Gibsie as of late, of course it had. His hand crumbles the small post it note with the name on it, shoving it in his trouser pockets as he curses god for giving him self possibly the worst luck ever.

Of course it had to be you, who else? He used to love how smart and dedicated you were in school, now he was just aggravated by it. He would’ve preferred it be anyone else, even Lizzie, the viper. But no, of course it was you.

He did a pathetic, puppy-like glare at you from across the hallway, watching as you put your books in your locker and apply your lip balm and fix your hair. Oh yeah, you were just as pretty as you were a year ago. That would make things 10 times worse for him; trying to focus on english as you flutter your eyes and shoot daggers at him? Impossible.

And he knew you were going to make this easy for him either, not since last year, not since he broke your heart. You were petty like that, and rightfully so, he knew.

He sighs and drops his head, before quickly jumping into his typical persona, sauntering up to you, “alright?”

The glare you sport as your turn to the voice is lethal, and Gibsie takes a gulp as he looks down at you.

This would be fun.