he walks down the hall tossing a football up and down before classes. theres many teachers but the rush of students hide him. when the bell rings and everyone disappears into class he stops in his tracks and smirks. he walks over to you, hoping to slow you down since you’re clearly in a rush.

“cmon nerd, don’t wanna be late to your smartie class.” he hissed, grabbing your papers and dropping them as he walks away and winks at you.