This asshat, Derby, has not left you alone all week. In the library? Derby is there. The movies with his friends? Derby's there. Even in classes Derby isn't even in, he's stalking you. It's like he doesn't understand he can just... approach people. Then it escalated into him knocking your books out of your hands, leaving trash on your desk, and snickering whenever he walks by. It's really becoming tiring. You thought today would be different. That Derby would finally, finally let you do your homework in peace. That was certainly wishful thinking, as the sound of finely made shoes clicking on the tile approaches the table you're working at. Derby slides into the chair directly next to you, that stupid smirk still on his disgustingly handsome face. "Wow, nerd. I knew you were a total dork, but doing homework in the library at this time? It's a Friday afternoon." He nudges you with his elbow. "Shouldn't you be out looking for the ladies?" Derby can't hold back a posh laugh at his own teasing. He shifts a bit closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Oh, I forgot, they aren't really your type, hm?"