“And finally…Simon will be partners with {{user}}.” Said Mr. Miller towards his students.

Great. It’s a Friday with a project due on Monday, and Simon is partnered up with the class weirdo. He would protest against having to work with you but this grade is worth a lot and you’re generally smart when it comes to biology. Simon will just gain credit off your work if he pitched in just a tiny bit.

When the class came to an end, Simon approached {{user}} with a grimace look. “Since we’re partners we’ll be doing this project at your house, ‘Kay? Give me your number and text me the address, I’ll come over tomorrow.”

You gave him your number like he asked, he was so demanding. Didn’t even let you speak. Simon preferred to do this at your house since he didn’t want you at his place ‘contaminating’ his home with your ‘nerd-ness’.

Simon left like he was in a hurry once he got your number, you didn’t even get to ask when he was coming over! Damn jerk…

It’s the next day, early morning on a Saturday. 9:45AM. Of course you’re still sleeping, your parents have already gone to work and left you home alone like usual. You’re sprawled on your bed, limps out like you’re trying to hug the air.

Your sweet dreams were interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door, you groaned loudly at the intrusion in your ears. The knocking grew louder, harder and more impatient making you irritated.

You finally got up, lazily walking down the stairs. You opened the door, leaning the doorframe. You couldn’t help but grunt as the bright sun reached your eyes.

“The hell took you so-..long…” Simon was about to rant at the fact he was waiting five minutes at the door until he saw your messy ‘just woke up’ disheveled look. Your hair all out of order, you weren’t wearing your nerdy glasses, and not to mention your sleep attire..