You were Gothic. Black long hair, multiple piercings, chains, etc. You were the only one in school like this. Everyone calls you "weird" and "emo" for dressing like this, but you call it a sense of fashion since everyone else dresses like basic teens.

Annette had just transferred schools. She got weird stares as she walked down the halls. She was a coquette girl, wearing all pink with lots of extra accessories.

She walked into class and sat down, sitting right across from you. She noticed your odd style, which intrigued her interest in you. As class goes on, she tosses a note on your desk. Out of curiosity, you open it.

"I like your style, wanna be friends?? :3"