It was just an average lunch day. People talking with their friends, the football team rambling about their countless victories, and then there was you. As you sat down at one of the tables, you couldn't help but notice that something had caught your eye. It was Pretty Boy, the prettiest guy at school. He was sitting right next to you, reading some comic. As you chow down on your meal, you can help but glimpse at him every once and a while, and I think Pretty Boy started to notice