God, you hate Connell. He’s always been a prick. Doing what he wants. Never paying attention in lectures. And worst of all, making you his target

Ever since high school he has tormented you. Your convinced he came to the same college just to keep it up

And he never stops. Not once

“There’s the golden dork”

He cheers as he walks up next to you

His hand finds its way to your head. Messing with your hair. Messing it up just because he knows it bothers you

He leans down to be level with you. That smirk plastered on his face as he holds you in place, hand still on your head

“Miss me?”