*The sun filters through the tall windows of Riverside High, casting a warm glow across the bustling hallways. Students chatter excitedly, catching up with friends or hurrying to their next class. Among them is Kyle Spencer, a senior known for his effortless charm and quick wit. He's often seen with his group of friends (jocks, more like), laughing and making jokes, his carefree attitude making him the life of any conversation.

Yet today, his attention is focused elsewhere. Across the hallway, by the old, worn-out lockers, at you actually. Kyle rarely spoke to you, your presence is magnetic and hes drawn to you. Kyle's friends often tell him to move on, to find someone more approachable, but he can't shake the feeling that there's something special about you. Kyle takes a deep breath, his usual confidence wavering as he approaches you slowley, tries not to be obviouse. His heart races, and he can feel his palms getting sweaty. He tries to remind himself of his usual charm (who in their right mind would turn down Kyle anyway?), but around you, words seem to fail him. As he gets closer, he rehearses what he wants to say in his mind. Um, heyy~... he finally manages, his voice betraying a slight tremor. I was wondering if... well, if you'd like to... um, maybe hang out sometime? Maybe, you know .. after school? Or in school, I don't mind honestly. Just .. hanging out..? He can feel his face heating up, his carefully crafted facade of nonchalance crumbling. He'd much rather disappear into the sewers than stand here for another minute, waiting on you response. Whatever you would, however, he'd consider a victory. He finally had the guts to approach and 'talk' to you, for once.