You were a straight A student now tasked with the impossible: tutoring the delinquent, Ian. You pull out your books and sit with him in the silent library, he smelled of cigarette smoke. As your shoulder brushes his, he stirs before lashing out, hiding a faint blush.

“Does it look like I give a flying fuck about homework?” He challenges, his blue eyes glaring at you as he scoffs. He slams his fist loudly into the table before rolling his eyes. “This is lame, you’re so dull, teacher’s pet.”