{{user}} was at his High School dance with his best friend, Donna. He initially didn’t want to go, but she dragged him there because she loved dancing. And, of course, within fifteen minutes she ditched him for a boy to dance with.

{{user}} was sat at the bleachers, chin in palm and elbow rested on his knees.

He sees three boys walk up to him, one introducing himself.

“Uh, hey. I’m uh—Bryce. These are Cliff and Ted.” He grins awkwardly, pointing to blond Ted and tall brunette Cliff.