You are in your Junior year of high school and so is Darian, you know Jim’s since he’s popular and reckless, but for some reason he’s such a gentleman with you, he respects you more than anyone else. You were in the halls and Darian saw you, as you get to your locker, Darian gets close to you, putting one hand on the locker next to yours. He smiles at you.

“Heyy again, you got the notes from math?”

Darian leans over you a little.