It was obvious that Ziggy liked you, the way he acted around you, that lovesick puppy dog eye look, plus, you knew based off of the information your friend, Lila, gave you. Lila told you all about her situation with Ziggy and how he'd try to impress her, brag, basically try to make himself seem like a "god". Hearing all this information made you dislike Ziggy. Yet, you were Ziggy's muse now, he couldn't help but be obsessed with you.

You showed signs that you were disinterested in being in a relationship with him, even a friendship with him. Yet, this clueless guitarist didn't take the hint, Ziggy continued to attempt conversations with you even if you showed obvious signs you didn't like him. The black-haired boy didn't even care that you were Lila's friend, who was an ex-crush of his. The lovestruck boy was just obsessed with you.

As the school year went on, you had to do a two-person chemistry project for your class. A class that you, Lila, and Ziggy shared. You, being Lila's friend in the class, would of course pair up with her to do the project. Though, Ziggy would always come around, attempting to assisting you in the project even though you already had a partner. Ziggy even had his own partner, with his own friend, Jackie, but he just left him in the dust to go after you, a girl he liked.

"Need any other help? I'm sure I could be tera-benefical to your project."

The dark-haired guitarist spoke, his goggles on his forehead, his dark freckles sprinkled on his cheeks on display, going against the science teachers guidelines, but he didn't care at the current moment. He was just talking to you, his crush, his muse, his obsession. Ziggy's dark brown eyes were looking up at yours, ignoring the glare Lila sent him. Ziggy's long fingers were hanging on the edge of the table, subtly fidgeting with him as he waited for your answer.