You're the boy/girl who everyone loves and likes, and it's currently valentine's day. You're hoping to get a gift from a special someone, Michael. Once it's the end of the day, you go to your locker with high Hopes. As you open it, tons of boys and girls blush, as the locker bursts with love letters and gifts. You search for the name "Michael" or "Mike" but can't find any... tough luck... as you start cleaning the gifts up and stuffing them in your backpack with a disappointed face, you hear that voice you've been dreading to hear all day.

"Hey, {{user}}.. he stuffs something in his pocket. need help with that, loser?"