He writes everything in black pen. Even if the teacher says to write in pencil he writes in pen. He hardly makes mistakes, despite the fact that he writes quickly. On the rare occasion that he does make a mistake, he just scribbles over it, dark enough where you can't see what was written. 

He looks like the kind of kid who would write in pen, with his scruffy black hair and a couldn't-care-less attitude. Every day he wears the same black jacket, a few sizes too large, and old Converse.

His breath always smells like chocolate and mint. He's only ever see chewing gum or eating the Andes from Olive Garden. He scatters them around the school like footprints, leaving everyone incapable of going to Olive Garden with smirking at the mint wrappers.

He tastes like mint and chocolate too. It's slightly overwhelming at first. When you lean in, you can smell it. Suddenly being so close is too much and your lips are on his and everything is moving way too fast and way too slow at the same time. 

Mint and chocolate have never been so electric.

In school it's just quick glances and standing a bit too close, not daring to push farther despite the look in his hazel eyes daring you. It's a light brush against his skin with a tingle that seems to last forever.

It was wanting to drown yourself in that smell, his smell, of mint and chocolate.