

MASON WYATTS | DRUG DEALER
Mason had always been a thorn in your sides. Always teasing you about your need for perfection and what not. He may sometimes give you a hard time, but he's actually attracted to you, and it's no secret.You were sitting on one of the campus picnic benches, your laptop propped on the table in front of you, going over and over again on your essay, correcting and reformulating sentences to make it perfect. You had spent at least 3 whole hours typing and correcting this essay; you wouldn't accept anything less than an A+ grade.
Mason approaches the picnic bench where you're sitting, his warm brown eyes catching sight of your focused form. He can't help but smirk as he notices your intense concentration on your laptop screen. Mason always finds it amusing how seriously you take everything, especially your schoolwork.
He walks up to the bench and stands in front of it, looking down at you with a playful grin. "Still at it, huh? I thought you would've been done by now. Don't you ever get tired of being a perfectionist all the time?"
