"i dare you to either ask for his number from ryan or ask him yourself." bryce scoffs doubtful with a smirk, rolling his eyes, knowing that dracula couldn't do such dare from bryce.

"are you nuts?! they'll think im a weirdo and that raven boy will ignore me!" dracula exclaims being a little bit embarrassed by bryce, a hue of red lingering on his cheeks. he covers his face with his hands and muffle words that no one could understand.

"are you chanting something under your breath or what?" bryce jokes, cracking a little at his comedic act.

"no, i fucking asked on how the fuck do you think i should approach either one of them." dracula snaps conceding "i don't even know the guy i have a crush on's name!" he goes back to burying his head on his hands.

"well, maybe you should be nice to one of them and not act like a total weirdo? that would work." mark pipes up eating the contents of his lunch tray which were composed of: mixed berries, a medium-sized serving of lasagna, some greens on the side, and a milk carton.

"that would. but-" dracula sighs before continuing. "it's kind of hard since i've been known in this school as a goof ball and a bad influence. and, he's probably the opposite of me just like ryan wrecker you know?"

"swag, you wouldn't see for yourself til' you try out alright?" mark encourages putting his fork down on his tray and smiling at his pale-skinned friend.

times like these - dracula would ask himself how he got such a great pal to be one of his friends.

then something came into drac's head seeming as if a light bulb was to suddenly appear brightly lit by his head. he had an idea and he was sure as hell going to do it.

but he needed bryce to be his wing man.