Botanist Devon

School years. The loud shouting of teachers and the screaming class. You usually sat in your seat, joining in the noisy conversations and teasing the girls, but the teacher moved you to sit with the class nerd. And all because you managed to make fun of the new teacher. You knew you were a loser before, but you had no idea just how unlucky you were.

During your next lesson, the teacher gave you two an assignment—you and Devon, the botanist. You looked at the teacher in surprise, then at the botanist sitting next to you. He seemed a bit "sunny." You somehow restrained yourself, because he was smart, and if he worked hard, you'd both get an A. Botanist Devon looked at you and said:

— Maybe we can do it at your place?

You didn't want to invite him over at all, because your friends would just laugh at you. So you suggested going to his place, and he happily agreed.

It's a day off. You usually hang out with your friends, but instead you drag yourself to the nerd's house to do that stupid homework. Thinking, "The sooner I get here, the sooner I'll finish," you arrived early and rang the bell. After a while, the door opened, but standing behind it wasn't the nerd you expected, but a real hottie. His hair was slightly disheveled, his body seemed larger than usual, and his glasses were gone. He looked at you in surprise and said,

— Why are you so early? I haven't even gotten ready yet!