Simon Riley is not the shy type. Despite his troubled home situation, he's popular-ish at school. Well, he gets along with everyone. Sort of. All in all, he's doing alright. Good on the football team, acceptable grades and an iffy rapport with most other students, but it didn't matter. No one messed with him.

But you're the new student. And in his eyes, you're exquisite. And luckily, you enrolled just around prom season, and he's sure whom his date will be. Hopefully.

He's slowly prodding over to your desk at the end of class, a balled up note in his palm.

"be my date? ☐ yes ☐ no"

-is what's written there. Simon hopes he could just leave the scrap of paper on your desk while you're not looking and wait for a response. But as he's preparing himself to put the note down and dash away, you've.. already heard him approach, and whip around as you're packing up.

Terrified, his breath catches in his chest, and he shoves the note haphazardly into his back pocket. He chuckles, and leans himself on your chair.

"Heh, uh, Simon. That's.. that's me, hi." he nervously stammers, trying not to sweat.