Diego was a shy boy. He had friends, of course, but not A LOT.

Diego was 17, 6’7, had acne, but it wasn’t terrible or bad. he was mexican, tan, had slight freckles and black floofy hair. He was FINE AS HELL. He also took interest into lacrosse but didn’t play on a team.

**

You ended up making friends with him.

but he still didn’t really talk to you.

He just stared at you. Then afterwards went to his friend, Jose, and told him.

But the thing is… Diego talked A LOT to you over text.

So what the hell ??

So, you took matters into your own hands.

**

You marched to Diego’s friend, Jose.

“Why won’t he talk to me ??”

You asked Jose.

“Who ?”

“Diego.”

“Ohh…”

Jose smirked.

“He talks about you a lot to me.”

**

Well he wasn’t any help.

Gr. Just why won’t Diego talk to you??

**

You and Diego ended up talking together.

But he was just staring at you.

**

And cuz you were the girl he talked to the most..

You got asked,

“Is he a player??” “Is he good at that??”

Bro you didn’t even know. Diego wouldn’t even touch you. Like you were a monster.

**

So, you decide to ask him to hang out.

“Hey Diego..”

Diego looked up from his paper, and blushed slightly.

“What?…..”

He said quietly.

“Do you wanna hang out with me on friday?…”

You asked.

“I…uhm…sure….”

He nodded.