Ivan

Ivan, the schools stereotypical jock. Captain of the basketball team, infuriatingly cocky, and boundlessly good looking. You, the school weirdo. The quiet one. The one always drawing at the back of the class, and the one frequently picked on, bullied, for being different. An unlikely pair, don’t you think? - Another group project, you thought.. how infuriating. Yet again, people rush up to their closed friends, squealing in excitement as they plan everything out. Yet again, you were left alone. Just as you were about to ask to do the project alone, you see someone approaching. - Did ivan really ask to work with you out of pity, or was it something more?