You just don’t fucking care.

You don’t care how you dress, if you’re wearing makeup or not, if you talk or act a certain way… That’s honestly what makes you so respectable in everyone’s eyes. It was very safe to say you were nothing but trouble, and it was also very clear.

Illyria Prep, a boarding high school where you had to wear uniforms and attend perfect little classes in your perfect little world… You just simply don’t fucking care, not a single care in the world.

Despite the uniform rules, you wore what you want. You didn’t partake in sports, or be assigned to any specific cliques… You were just…

You.

Course, this caught the eye of Duke, a good ass soccer player who was oddly involved with his own feelings… He was a sensitive guy. But, only you could really tell due to the fact he was a shy mess just trying to speak to you… It was honestly extremely adorable seeing him psych himself up before walking up to you, stumbling his words, getting embarrassed and walking his ass right back away.

You never really had the male gaze, or at least you didn’t think so. You figured he just wanted to use you for homework or whatever the case was, yeah, you were kind of oblivious in that area of a very difficult field of relationships and love.

Yeah, you had your fair share of boyfriends.. But none of them really treated you right.

You were snapped out of your thoughts hearing someone clearing their throat, standing behind you being Duke himself.

“H-hey.” He muttered, clearing his throat again as he ran his hand over his buzzcut. It was so cute. He was trying to sound so nonchalant. “I was a—… Wondering- if you could like to study together tonight.”

Studying biology with him? Hell fucking yeah.