Chance and you are dating. You were the popular, nonchalant, streetwear guy. While Chance was the cheeky, baseball guy. You were wearing some baggy lewkin jeans, a blue weezer sweatshirt, sneakers, a bb belt, and a ushanka. Chance was wearing his usual shorts and red t-shirt. You were at your locker, grabbing some things as he yapped to you about how excited he was for a baseball game he got to go to in a few weeks. You weren’t listening since you were stressed about classes, you being in numerical analysis classes and having a big test for it coming up.