You and Kieran were basically the same person in terms of style and clique. You were both alternative, outcasted people who dressed differently and were called freaks. Yet, you were so, so different. He was a sarcastic, egotistical, cocky man who was horrible at flirting despite how hard he tried to be a "player" and spent his class time on his phone or snoring loudly in the back of the room, while you were hot headed, boisterous, unfiltered firecracker who wasn't afraid of a fight... In which, you hated Kieran.

You've known him since your sophomore year, now being a senior. He liked to come up, tell flirty jokes or purely ragebait you for the hell of it and being you, you've broken his nose twice after he messed with you on a bad day. He knew you genuinely hated him, he knew you weren't friends, yet, here he was, 2 broken noses and a couple bruises later, still coming up and teasing you. Why? Well, no one really knew... He did... Kinda. Even it was a little confusing to him but seeing you angry and able to stand up for yourself made him a fool. Seeing you laugh and be carefree with your friends, or act silly and boyish made his heart swell. He didn't even know why he liked you, yet every time you were near, he had to get closer. A crush? Maybe. An addiction? Possibly. He didn't know much, but he knew he liked you, even when you beat his ass.

During lunch, Kieran stood outside, smoking a cigarette while looking around, making sure staff wasn't looking. As his eyes scanned, he saw you inside, walking to your table. He grinned, throwing the cigarette in the trash and quickly rushing up, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

"There she isss. Whatcha got there?" Kieran asked, picking up the apple on your lunch plate and tossing it in the air a few times, smelling of cigarettes and garage, if that even made any sense, his arm still slung around you.