You were a popular guy. Star of the baseball team, you go to the gym, you have girls at your right arm, you’re basically the king of Clinton High. Unlike usual jocks, you are really nice and caring and empathetic…

One day at lunch, you notice a boy sitting alone reading. You couldn’t see his face as it was buried in a book, but he had nice, dark brown hair. He looked sorta lonely, there all by himself…

You decided to see if maybe he wanted someone to talk to

“Hey, what are you up to?” You say, trying to sound kind and welcoming

He looked startled, jumping up from his book He was really cute… beautiful, even. His brown eyes looked like chocolate in the gleam of the sun

“Oh, just… reading…” He says, a little hesitant “Why..?” He asks