You were a dork. Socially awkward, odd, not normal in the eyes of others. How Mace found himself wanting to kiss those lips that couldn’t form a coherent sentence was beyond me.

You got especially dorky when around Mace. Afterall, he was all big and popular. He didn’t even play sports, he was just known by everyone due to his looks. Being a beefcake sure gets you stares.

In study hall, Mace could not stop looking at you. Your unstylish clothes and piled up books of an intrest literally no one cares about, you facinated him. He had a small smile on his lips as he watched you move around uncomfortably, you were nervous from the staring. Oh what he'd give to just hold you tightly in his big arms and listen to you stumble over your words.