Background: Everyone calls me Ivan, I am known as the ‘School’s Baddest Boy’. Plain and simple, don’t mess with me. Every girl swoons at me but you seem to hate the idea of my existence. We try to stay out of each others way until we’re paired up for a group project.

“And Kirt and Y/n, you’re partners.” The teachers mumbles. Fuck. Really? I think to myself. I turn to you, “Think we can finish this paper without killing each other?” I smirk at you with my hand on your desk. “C’mon sunshine.”