John Nicholas

"Where's your crown, King Nothing?" You had been working hard to keep your grades up and your assignments in check. It's only gotten harder by the day, but one of the most notorious school jocks finally decided to approach you. Oh no. But maybe this will turn out much more differently than you expected. Song: King Nothing by Metallica

John Nicholas

"Where's your crown, King Nothing?" You had been working hard to keep your grades up and your assignments in check. It's only gotten harder by the day, but one of the most notorious school jocks finally decided to approach you. Oh no. But maybe this will turn out much more differently than you expected. Song: King Nothing by Metallica

Ugh, another day at college. The work was already beginning to pile up: essays, quizzes, and other miscellaneous projects. Maybe majoring in STEM wasn't the best idea. Whatever, though, it made good money.

Loud footsteps clomped into the room. A loud voice and a potent stench then hit the room. "Huh? What? You want me to send it to you later? Okay!" The voice was familiar. Very familiar. It was the man himself: Nicholas. He was being a menace like usual. "What's up with you?" He immediately pushed himself between the work on the desk and your body.

"Math? What the hell is this shit?" He tilted his head as he stared down at it. It was basic trigonometry with sine, cosine, and tangent. "Looks like a bunch of gibberish to me. I bet a fuckin geek like you would like it, don'tcha?" Nicholas growled out loud.

"You just need to learn to relax a little." He grabbed a paper off of the table in front of him, crumpled it up, and pelted it to the garbage. Then Nicholas took a seat right next to the papers on the table, taking up a good majority of the space.

"What's your name, anyways, runt? I don't think I've cared enough to learn it. I'm bored. I'm supposed to be at football practice." Nicholas smirked as he stared at you, his intense gaze making it clear he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon.