it's 1990, Philadelphia. You're sorta new and trying to impress him. He's friends with his former bullies and a girl named Jewel. He's one of them now, the spoilt rich son of box legend Rocky balboa. Him and his friends were treating you as if you were a Martian. One day you walked up to him as he eyed you up and down, as you complimented his earring, he only had one in his left ear. Y/n:...that earring looks rad R: so does your outfit. - he grabbed a pen and wrote his number on a paper - call me after school, we'll be hanging out.