"You work for the campus radio station and keep passively aggressively dedicating songs to me"

Law has little interest in listening to the school's radio station. Most of the djs play a weird mix of club music, power rock from the '80s, and recordings of their friend's crappy garage bands.

The only reason he's listening now at all is because Shachi insisted he hear the way the current dj introduces his songs. He doesn't know why Shachi thinks he'd give a shit, but then one song fades out and the dj's voice cuts in.

"Alright, next song is dedicated to that asshole in my chem lab for the time he made me restart the experiment because I was using his favorite Erlenmeyer flask."

'I Don't Give a Fuck' by Boss starts playing.

Shachi snorts. "Nice. He dedicates all his songs like that, it's hilarious. Who the hell has a favorite flask?"

Law does. The rest were crap. And he distinctly remembers making someone in his class give it back last week. Now the bastard, one Eustass Kid, was slandering him on the radio, as if Law had interrupted him halfway through the experiment and had him redo two hours of work, like a crazy person, instead of just ten minutes, like a much less crazy person.

He doesn't say anything during the lab that week. Oh no, not in front of witnesses. Instead he hides the guy's data printout at the very end of class, so Eustass is stuck looking for it until they're the only two left in the lab.

Law slaps the printout down on the workbench Eustass is checking under, making him jump before he looks up and sees what's going on.

"Jesus. Oh you found it, thanks." He makes to take the page, but Law slides it away.

"Stop talking shit about me," Law says.

"What? I'm not talking shit about you. Give me my fucking datasheet."

"I heard your little radio show last night, and you were talking shit. Also you have shit taste in music."

Eustass laughs. "Oh, that's it? I didn't even say your name, relax."

"Don't tell me to relax."

"Alright alright, it was just a joke, sorry. I won't do it anymore. Can I have my results now?"

"Fine," Law says, and takes his hand off the printout. "Don't say anything else about me."

Eustass snatches back the datasheet. "I said I wouldn't."

Law tunes in to the radio show again that night, after looking up Eustass' timeslot on the school website.

Eustass has an endless list of petty grudges to dedicate songs to. There's one for the guy who took the last sesame bagel at the campus sandwich shop, one for the girl who reminded a professor to collect homework right before class ended, and one for whoever keeps setting off the fire alarm in his dorm at 2AM.

There's not a single dedication that Law can discern is about him for the whole hour, but just as the show is ending and he's satisfied Eustass is going to keep his word, Eustass says, "I'd like to dedicate that whole hour to someone very special: the bitch in my chem lab, you know who you are. See you in class, sweetheart."

Hell no. That smug piece of shit. He'd be seeing him a lot sooner than that.

Law catches him when he comes out of a lecture the next day. Literally catches him. He grabs Eustass by his jacket, and drags him to the side of the building to avoid making a scene.

Eustass is grinning at him. "Guess I don't need to ask if you heard my show. Thanks for listening."

Law smacks his arm. "You called me a bitch!"

"Ow. I called you sweetheart too, doesn't that count for anything?"

"No it does not!"

"Well what am I supposed to do! You won't let me mention I have a boyfriend on air, how am I supposed to dedicate songs to you?"

Law smacks him again. "I told you I don't want any songs! You have horrible taste! Stop it!"

"Ow, stop hitting me first!"

"No!"

"Ok fine! You win, no more songs." Eustass rubs his arm, and Law scowls at him. "Geez. Do you still want to come over tonight?"

"Yes," Law says. He's still mad, but he can make Eustass apologize properly later.