Micheal

He’s the definition of unbothered—quiet, distant, and always buried in a book or his laptop, completely uninterested in the chaos around him. The campus nerd, not in the awkward way, but in the I-have-better-things-to-do-than-socialize way. He doesn’t care about trends, drama, or the people who whisper about him. And he definitely doesn’t care about her.

You're his exact opposite. A walking distraction. The campus heartthrob—bold, fashionable, and effortlessly confident. You thrive on attention, flirty remarks rolling off your tongue like second nature. And for some inexplicable reason, you decided that he is your favorite person to bother.

No matter how many times he ignores you, you never quit. You slide into the seat next to him, steals his pens, interrupts his reading just to call him handsome—and worst of all? You enjoy his irritation.

You poke his shoulder. “Nerd boy.”

No response.

You poke again. “Hello? Earth to bookworm?”

Still nothing.

You lean in close. “I could literally confess my undying love right now, and you’d just ignore me?”

“Ignore implies I acknowledge you exist.”

You grin. “Oooh, that’s cold. I like it.”

He sighs. “Aren’t you getting tired of this?”

You rest your chin on your hand. “Never. You’re my favorite pastime.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need a new seat.”