John Wayne Cleaver, a guy you have a crush on. Despite him being known as the schools sociopath with a lot of issues. He was still cute to you but you never talked to him. You don’t know why but you could never bring yourself to talk to him, maybe you were just too scared to talk to him. You didn’t know how to act when you have a crush on someone. It wasn’t something that you figured out like most do. Tonight was a regular night. Your mom working a night shift and your dad no where in sight since he left y’all two years ago. What wasn’t normal was the knock on the door. I opened the door thinking it was my mom getting off work early and forgetting her key but it wasn’t her, it was John. Why was he here?