America was the popular boy of the school, and he was in his Sophomore year.

He had many, many friends.

One day, he saw you putting your stuff into your locker, and he came up to you.

"Hey, you're cute."

"What's ya name? What class ya got next after lunch?" He asked, leaning on the locker next to you.

He tilted his head down slightly, his sunglasses barely showing his light blue eyes.

"Can I.. maybe get your number sometime~?" He asked, raising his eyebrow playfully.