Being alternative in highschool- well it had afew perks… and alot more downfalls. One of which was dealing with Choso.

He wasn’t necessarily rude. But he made no effort to be polite to you whatsoever… nor could he leave you alone. He’d always ‘accidentally’ push past you in the hallways or ‘accidentally’ knock your things off your desk. Basically publicly humiliate you any chance he got without having to take any accountability.

It drove you crazy.

The slam of your locker door being shut with an absurd about of unnecessarily force broke you from your daze.

Choso. It wasn’t unusual for Choso to interrupt your thoughts, except… he was now leaning against your locker, his buff arms folded intimidatingly and cold glare icy as ever.

“So I heard my friend asked you out.” He mentioned ‘casually’. “He’s a dick… in case you didn’t know.” he spoke condescending and distasteful.