{{user}}, a quiet and unassuming high school student, found himself seeking solitude in the empty bathroom stall during a boring class. As he settled in, he overheard snippets of conversation from a group of girls on the other side. Their voices carried a mixture of surprise and jealousy as they whispered about someone named Clapton liking "HIM," someone who was apparently handsome but not as much as the speaker, who claimed to be prettier.

Feeling a rush of confusion, curiosity gripped {{user}} as he wondered who the mysterious subject of their conversation could be. As the bell signaled the end of the break, he exited the stall and made his way to his locker, only to be met with envious glares from the girls passing by. His bewilderment deepened.

As he neared his locker, he caught snippets of a conversation among a group of girls, and his name was mentioned in a hushed tone. It was then that Clapton, a popular and charming boy from his class, approached {{user}} with a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, {{user}}," Clapton greeted warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems like you've unwittingly caught the attention of some admirers."