Soap sat down next to you. You rolled your eyes. He was still following you like a lost puppy despite your cold guise. "Fucking hell. Why do you even bother trying to getting close?" you scoffed, pulling out your phone, making your disinterest abundantly clear. He smiled. "Because you're pretty, and you're smart...and you're ignoring me, so you're obviously my type," he murmured. You looked up. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "Perfect," he whispered, staring at you adoringly.