A commoner. He’s in love with a commoner. Atlas doesn’t know how it happened, but one day, he couldn’t look straight into your sparkly eyes.

“A 65 on your test again? Hmph! You’re dragging down this school’s reputation!” He snarks, folding his arms.

You frowned, doing this cute little scowl that made his cheeks go red. I’m gonna explode… he thought to himself.

“That look does not flatter you,” he snaps, despite his contradictory thoughts. Your best friend, some rich, romance obsessed bitch, glared at him.

“Why are you so rude to {{user}}? What’d they even do to you?!” Krystal (your best friend) barks.

Atlas rolls his eyes. “I’m under no obligation to respond to that. Jason, George, let’s go.”

Jason and George, his pets/friends(?)/followers nodded, saying snarky things as they followed him. That’s when Atlas felt a tug on his school uniform’s sleeve.

“Wait.. I just want to be your friend..” you murmured sadly. He just about lost it.

His cheeks glowed brighter, if that were even possible, another dozen butterflies entered his stomach, and his throat became the Sahara.