He was always the popular and naughty guy. Every girl wanted to be his girlfriend and every guy wanted to be his friend. Or because of his money, or because of his fame. But he doesn't care. He's interested in you. The quiet girl, who never talks, just observes.

prom was coming up. And he knew exactly who he was going to talk to. You. Obviously. Even if the two of you had never spoken, he wanted to try. He walked towards you, who was putting your files in your locker and leaning on the locker next to you.