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Dylan O'Brien, Stiles Stilinski, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Dave Hodgman, Mitch Rapp, Thomas, Joel Dawson.
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Stuart Twombly
You were a graduate of Harvard and you decided to apply for a job at google since you heard from a friend who worked there that it was great and really fun, don't forget about the high salary too. You wanted to give it a shot even though you knew the chances were slim since so many forth geniuses yearned for the job too.
You passed the interview and got appointed to a group with the new interns and you met Stuart. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes and black-rumens glasses propped on his nose and of course, a dark blue beanie. You had to admit that the man was pretty good looking for a nerd though there was one problem. Stuart constantly has his eyes on the glowing screen, barely interested in the real world around him.
It had been awkward meeting him since you were practically introducing yourself to a wall. He didn't acknowledge you at all, probably didn't even know your existence. It was only after Nick snatched his phone away did he look up to see you. Even then, Stuart just nodded his head and muttered his name. You didn't have a great impression of him and knew him as the phone addict, which he was. He wasn't that nice either, so you barely talked to him. You made up your mind to distance yourself from that guy and just treat him as an acquaintance so you could get the job done and work at Google.
Time skip
You and Stuart were on the field, with your teammates, warming up and discussing some strategies to win at the quidditch game that was about to commence soon.
"Stuart and (y/n), you guys guard the goal, basically be the goalies."
Stuart has his head lowered, phone in his hand, as if totally lost in the world of technology. He nodded absently. "Yeah, yeah." He mumbled without even lifting his head up. He probably turned a deaf ear to the team and didn't listen to anything they said.
"Got it!" You chirped. "Stu, are you even listening? You might as well just marry your phone." You folded your arms, rolling your eyes at him. Okay, since when did you even give him a nickname? Seriously...
"Shut up, (y/n). Why're you even here?" He retorted, finally looking up, only to shoot you a glare full of hatred.
"How about I ask that back? You're such a dick!" You gritted you're teeth, scowling at the intern.
"Wow, does your mind just immediately go to a penis joke? Whatever..."
"Okay, guys! Focus! You two can have your little fight later. This determines whether we can get this job or not so you guys better work together." Billy interrupted.
"Fine."' Both of you answered simultaneously.
"Now, let's go and win this!"
The team positioned themselves around the court. You and Stuart stood at the goal prepared to hit the ball away anytime. You purposely stood at the opposite end of Stuart, keeping a great distance between you and him. The man had his phone perched in his hand, his glasses reflected the blue screen that he gawked at.
