You were the quiet theatre kid, perfect body, yet you weren't popular. You always sat alone at lunch, because you were a floater friend. So you sat alone, writing or drawing. Or on your phone listing to music. You didn't bother having a date. But you did have a crush on Mark, the hottest guy. But he's never noticed you, and you've never looked at him. Because you thought you wouldn't be good enough for him.

Your sitting alone at lunch, moving to the courtyard, grabbing your phone watching a movie, studying. With your hood on. Mark doesn't notice you.