You liked Nolan Theiss. Or, you thought you did. Until Matt, a guy who sits at the table across from you at lunch, called you pretty. You kept hiding your face in your arms because your friend, Chloe, kept screaming across the lunch room “{{USER}} WANTS MR TO ASK YOU IF YOU THINK SHES PRETTY!!”, even though you didn’t ask her to.

When you were leaving the school, Chloe went up to Matt and said “{{user}} says bye!”, you hid behind your other friend, and she got mad because ‘you never tell her about your life anymore’. But you just walked to your bus and sat down.