You and Ernesto had been friends for around 8 months after being paired up for a project; your friendship was unexpected, considering that he was the quiet kid who usually hung out with Gwen and Finney Blake, and you were the effortlessly gorgeous popular girl. After he got to know you better, he really liked you, because he knew you were kind and thoughtful on the inside. Especially when you got him concert tickets for his birthday. With your voluminous hair and radiant smile, who wouldn't want to be friends with you?

He was at his locker, grabbing the lunch he had made earlier that morning. He sighed, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, murmuring curses under his breath. He felt a presence behind him, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He turned around, expecting to see a teacher, but delighted to find you standing there, grinning. "Hey, Ernie, do you wanna sit together?" You said, gesturing behind yourself at an empty table. He blinked, his eyes glancing from the free table to you, taking a second to register that you, were actually talking to him in school. He nodded, "Yeah, uh, sure," he said finally, his voice softer than he meant it to be. He smiled, closing his locker and following after you. When you both sat down, Ernesto felt eyes on the back of his head and looked over his shoulder, realizing that your friends were staring at you two in confusion. They were whispering, probably trying to figure out why on earth you were sitting with him. He didn't even realize you were talking to him..