”Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her dream, to be popular.”

Popular — The Weeknd

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John B frequently caught himself staring at {{user}}, whether it was in the halls or in class, like right now. It wasn’t a creepy sort of staring, more of an admiring gaze. Who wouldn’t admire the man?

{{user}}’s the type of guy who plays multiple sports, the guy everyone wishes they could either be or be with. John B couldn’t decide which one it was for him. Did he want to be {{user}} or be with him?

The other man had stood up from his seat, walking up towards the teacher’s desk to converse about god knows what. He’d walked past John B’s desk, his cologne lingering even as he stood up at the front of the room with the teacher.

His eyes trailed down {{user}}’s arms, focusing on the man’s hand. They looked perfect, the right amount of strong and gentle. His flicked back up to {{user}}’s face to find the other male looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk.