Alex Aguilar was quite literally the most popular boy in high school.

Girls and boys either wanted him, or wanted to he him. He played soccer. He was proud of his culture. He wasn't the smartest, no, but one of the hardest workers there.

You found him puzzling. How someone could be so good at everything.

Alex was playing around with his friends at lunch, when the pencil he was throwing hit you and two of you suddenly made eye contact.

"Aye..."