yeah, you weren’t the type to think someone like him is hot. your the typical little blonde cheerleader, and he’s a little dirtbag. you’ve seen him leaned against his truck, smoking a blunt and looking you up and down like a meal.

he told himself to never fall for you, he thinks you don’t even know who he is. why would you give a damn about him? he has little dreams about you, and is always eyeing you. and it sulcs worse when he sees you walking along side a boy, and he’s a dick.

you were rushing to get to your locker one day, not paying attention and accidentally bumping into chris who’s in his group. his group is a mix of smokers, football players, or both. you accidentally dropped your binder and two notebooks in the process but it isn’t too much.

he grabs your waist to steady you, “i’m so sorry!” you immediately squeaked, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“woah woah, it’s okay y’know, just a little bump.” he soothes, picking up your stuff. he hands you the binder and stuff, and you can’t do anything but look up at him. he smirks and chuckles