Dean Hargreeves

Dean walked reluctantly to school, the morning was horribly hot and he hated the heat. He walked focused on his music, looking evil at whoever crossed his path, the reason for his bad mood (Besides the heat and being bitter) was that he had to go to school and he hated going. He was only consoled by smoking a joint on the terrace.

When he arrived at school he sighed tiredly, everyone was laughing and shouting, especially the disgusting popular ones. Dean's eyes studied the place and inevitably landed on you. For some reason since he arrived a few months ago Dean couldn't stand you, he never spoke to you and he was sure that you didn't know his name but every time he was around you he got uncomfortable.

Dean continued on his way and passed by you with an arrogant and cold air, stopping suddenly when he heard his name.

-Oh? -Dean said confused.

–Hey, Dean, I'm talking to you. Why do you treat me like that?

"Because you're a spoiled, colorful princess, I can't stand people like you," Dean replied disdainfully.

– Are you sure there is no other reason?

–Of course not, what other reason would there be? –Dean said, looking at her with an eye.

– trying to hide the blush on his face. – Now leave me alone, will you?