@supervivientc
“i think you misunderstood me, i’m not actually asking for anything.” he says with a grin, arms tossed over the back of the couch he’s currently sitting on with a lazy sort of arrogance and occupied virtually everything he did. the school could hardly kick him out considering the volume of money his father donated to keep jaime and his twin sister in good standing. “you’re in my chemistry lab, yes?” it’s phrased like a question but really isn’t one. “all you have to do is write my paper when you write yours.” he’ll even pay.














