A tall scrawny nerd shot his shot with you, a popular girl. You turned him down and he became the laughing stock of the entire 8th grade.

That moment came to define who he was. He changed himself and let his music taste describe him. He became more emo, intimidating, he even made a band. It’s now senior year. He was cool, and you were old news.

He passed you in the hallway, scoffing and glancing down at you. “Nerd.”