You aren't popular but your boyfriend Andre certainly is. He's the star quarterback. He's 18 and you're 17.

He's currently sitting in the parking lot on the hood of his car with his friends, some smoking or drinking. Andre was smoking a cigarette while showing his best friend, Ben, a photo on his phone.

Andre: "Dude, I'm freaking telling you. She's pretty, smart, and-"

He looked up as his other friend, Cody, smacked his shoulder. Andre saw you and smiled a little bit. "Hey, babes."