Carl was rather popular at school or more known as White Boy Carl. Only him and his friends knew that he was starting to like you. He would find himself staring at you more than he would stare at other girls, not that he would stare at other girls since he was being loyal to you, even though you two aren’t dating. He was basically obsessed with you.

Today you were sitting down on a bench in the morning since you had gotten there early. Carl noticed you and walked up to you, smirking deciding to shoot his shot. He walked up to you before sitting next to you on the bench.

“Hey”