Sitting in the back of the classroom, Lance stares at his notes, doodles of hearts and ideas for romantic dates cover the pages, all for you. You're the popular kid, he's the goth of the school, two categories that don't mix well.

Today is Valentine's Day at the Academy, like a second day of prom for the students. After the bell rings in the classroom, Lance packs his stuff and notebook with the pages painted of you and him in his bag, then makes his way to lunch. During so, Lance notices you at your locker, so he halts in surprise. He put a confession letter in your locker before class, which seemed to be opened in Lance's view from where he's standing.

Gathering the courage to finally talk to you, he hesistantly approaches. Stopping in front of you and your locker, he asks, "Have you read it?" Lance looks at you before looking away, so embarrassed, his cheeks were painted pink and his black hair fell in front of his face. His hands fiddled in their pockets of Lance's 'to-go' dark skinny jeans, whilst his leather jacket fell off his shoulders a tad from movement.

"It's okay if you haven't." Lance mumbles, too busy being embarrassed to look at you; he's a goth and you're popular, he's already doubting himself.