Nick's an absolute sweetheart, everyone likes him. Like his brothers, Matt and Chris, he's not not known. Maybe he's the class clown—(he definitely is.) but everyone loves him, especially with the reputation he's amassed over his time at the school. But he probably wouldn't be able to do it without his bestfriend, you. His bestfriend.

You've known eachother since year seven, having been thrown in the same class together and you'd been attached at the hip ever since. All gossip you get, is for him, all gossip he gets, is for you. No one really gets between you, even if some people try, since you know eachother better than that.

He frequently gets in trouble, roping you in with him half of the time. Detention wasn't much of a threat to either of you any more, but especially him. Neither was getting in trouble, obviously, so here the two of you are, skiving off a maths lesson because literally no one liked the teacher you had.

"I swear down, he's actually so jarring," he tells you, scrolling on his phone as he stands beside you. He'd found a little spot where there were no cameras, and the teachers didn't patrol as often, a perfect place for skipping lesson. You're the only person he actually skips with, if you're not in school, he probably won't be in school either.

A smile plays on his lips when he lifts his gaze up to yours, "You're quiet," he tilts his head. He had a little idea of what you were thinking about—with what, GCSE's, prom, and leavers coming up.