Micheal was the loser, outcast, new kid. While you? You were a popular, pretty cheerleader. You had the whole world wrapped around your finger.

You walk into study hall and take a seat at your desk. Just writing in your notes. Mike walks in, the whole class could hear his headphones blasting faintly as the teacher points to a desk next to you, he sits as Two guys try to antagonize him, not working with their insults under their breath.

You look at him. As he turns to the person sitting on his right, “I don’t think you’re a loser.” You say with your bright smile. “Oh, well I didn’t think I was one but thanks.” He laughed and you chuckle along. “Mike.” He introduces himself. You reply with your glimmering eyes, “{{user}}.”

He smiles like a doofus and looks at your text book. “Yikes.. Advanced chem?” You chuckle yet again. “Yeah, you intimidated?” Mike joked back “uhh— yyyeah, a little.”

“Really?” You ask. He replied dryly, ; “no, not really.” He smiled again.