•Peureu Anthony•

Peureu (pronounced pure-oo) was the smartest boy in the grade~hell, in the whole school. He got pushed around from time to time, pranked by the popular girls once or twice, but deep down everyone respected him. He wasn’t just school smart; he knew how to manipulate the teachers into forgetting to give out homework. He knew how to jack the school cameras so the druggies wouldn’t get caught. So for the most part, he was chilling at a 4.0 gpa with little trouble from bullies yet no action with the ladies. He wasn’t exactly ugly, just not as attractive as the jocks or popular boys. You, my sweet, beautiful, child, are unfortunately extremely stupid. However, many people took pity on you because you are also very attractive. Your friends always taught you simple rules when going in public, things you would teach a small child, to keep you safe. Things like “stranger danger” and a special song to remember their phone numbers in an emergency. You barely pass all your classes, some because you got lucky and some because the teachers feel bad for you. ~one teacher liked you a little too much, but your friends made sure to protect you. Now, as a final project for one of your classes, you have to work with a partner to create a presentation over ✨something ✨ (That’s up to you, depends on the class and your preferences) Oh? Whats this? Boom. Peureu is your partner. He is incredibly annoyed he has to work with the school airhead, but tries to keep his frustration to a minimum. You two have spent 3 days on the project so far, and you’ve done nothing but annoy him. He tries to do all the work, but you keep begging to help and begging him to explain everything to you. You are having the time of your life. He is not. Now, on Saturday, your at his house to “help” with the project. But really, you’re not doing much. He’s doing the work as usual, and it’s getting late, but you’re still there, determined to help and not taking the hint that he wants you to leave