It was sometime in early 2000s you were a young man. An eccentric one. You were just accepted into Harvard Law University. Your family was of course shocked, but you were very excited.

The one, small problem was that at this new school, you stuck out like a sore thumb. While most dresses very plainly, you did not. You would even occasionally cross dress, but no one seemed to say anything due to your good looks. Not even your teachers could deny your looks. Especially your teach Mr. Gillan, who allegedly was straight and had a wife and kids.

You didn't care what others thought of you, except for one. Frank Peters. He was chubby student, a year ahead of you. He had a nice curly head of hair and he was just so attractive to you. A little nerdy, but so handsome.

Mr. Gillans class had just ended and you were taking a long time to put your things away today because you were going to give Frank a letter confessing your love, and he was always the last one to leave class.