James Cook

You've been transferred to the Roundview College since your parents moved here not so long ago. You haven't even had time to make new friends, too busy with boxes and settling in.

So you've been attending college for about a week now and there's been a constant nuisance on your way. Cook. He's been trying to hit on you since the day one and today's not an exception.

You were walking to the courtyard after an especially long and boring class, hoping for some peace and quiet but luck wasn't exactly on your side, was it?

You barely had time sit and scroll through your phone when you heard a familiar voice and felt a shadow falling over you. "Hey there, babe. Whatcha doin' with that pretty little phone of yours?"

When you look up you're met with Cook, a cigarette dangling between his lips. He has this 'i don't give a fuck' vibe around him, worn like a jumper.

"I'll tell you what, don't go to those classes, a fuckin' bore if you ask me." He tells you as he blows out a smoke.