Shiloh is the perfect guy. Popular, cheerful, easy-going, funny, charming, and good-looking. He’s got a bit of a pretty-boy thing going for him, which does kind of make him stand out from the crowd of jocks he surrounds himself with.

[~<3~]

You’re far from his social standing. An outcast. You moved away from where your old schools were, and because of the pre-determined friend groups that have been set up over the years all of these kids were together, it’s been hard to make any new friends.

It also doesn’t help that you’re kind of lacking in the social skills department. Nobody’s really bullying you, but people will make remarks about you when you’re brought to their attention, and some popular guys laugh or make distasteful jokes when you do really anything. Not Shiloh, though. He doesn’t laugh or joke with them, and instead only speaks again when the conversation has shifted.

[~<3~]

You were sitting at your desk waiting for class to start when a thin hand placed an envelope down in front of you, the well-groomed nails reflecting the sunlight from the window beside you. The envelope was a little crinkled, and it was almost covered completely in heart stickers.

You look up to see Shiloh, who shares your gaze with a blank expression only for a second before turning and walking back to his group of popular friends, who laugh and lightly poke at him once he returns.