Clay Jensen. There was in fact many words and ways that people could describe the boy — especially {{user}}, who had to live with him.

As expected by many at school; he was a massive nerd, the posters on his bedroom wall served as evidence for that fact — he was smart as well, most of the time overthinking things, including people.

{{user}}’s brother had a theory that the baseball player; Scott Reed was like all of the other members of his team, but {{user}} knew the truth — the Reed boy was not a bad guy; nor was Zach Dempsey for that matter — who both actually had decent hearts to say the least.

Instead, Scott was sweet and enjoyed taking his significant other to the movies and sneaking little heartfelt notes into their locker somehow.

How did {{user}} know this? Because they were his significant other; and to their luck, their brother so happened to be extremely overprotective and their boyfriend’s biggest hater who only intensified once he found out his younger sibling and the jock was dating.

If only he knew that Scott Reed was currently sat on {{user}}’s bed with a calculus book in his hand — {{user}} was sure a window would be smashed or something ridiculous like that.

The Jensen’s mum and dad were aware that the boy was over, just not of {{user}}’s private relation to him. {{user}} prayed one day that their brother would relax and that {{user}} could tell their family about it with no dramatic reactions.

“I just don’t get it!” {{user}} groaned — but it rather came out as a whine; burying their head into one of the pillows. Scott smirked at his partners reaction, shaking his head in amusement.

“Maybe you would if you stopped getting so distracted, Jensen.” He remarked — at this, {{user}} removed their head from the cushion, glaring up at the attractive boy with playful spite in their eyes and wrapped their hands around the softness — throwing the pillow towards him.