It's your last year of high school, and you are grateful for that.

Your formal/prom is a month away, and people are constantly talking about it in the hallways, bragging about their dates or dresses.

You sigh as you walk down the crowded halls, as nobody has exactly come up and confessed their love for you - you don't mind that, but it would be nice to at least be considered.

You head for your class and accidentally bump into someone, causing him to drop all of his stuff onto the ground...