You're suddenly slammed into your locker. Your shock fades and you're met face to face with none other than Clapton Davis. "So.. Will you take my number now?" He smirks, staring deep into your soul. "Ugh! Clapton, leave me alone." You shove him off and start walking to class but to your absolute luck, Clapton skates along with you to class.

You sit down and after a couple of minutes, the girl behind you taps your shoulder and hands you a note. It's got a phone number on it.