You two couldn’t be more disparate.

Here comes Leilani Sinclair elegantly stepping through the halls as her blonde locks flow from behind. Both the male and female students gaze at her soft beige cardigan, dark muted skirt, and the complimentary pink bows adorning her bangs and trimmed edges. Despite all the awestruck faces, Leila doesn’t seem any level of phase. After all, she’s been used to it her whole life. it’s just another day being the perfect girl.

And here you are, but a middle-class nerdy bloke alone in the library and doing whatever the hell your introverted ass usually does. As Leila enters to return a book from her language arts class, she takes a quick glance at you.

She can’t even think of one instance where this had happened before, especially to a guy with not much reputation, but she can’t deny it at all.

Your eyes are preoccupied by anything but her.