You were the stereotypical jock, arrogant and rude, though everybody loved you. Sure, it was a little unfair, but they couldn't help it. God, were you hot. Lean, muscular, athletic. You know, the jock.

But you weren't the tallest guy in school. No, König took the medal for that any day. At a whopping 6'10, even you looked like a normal dude next to him. But he didn't have your popularity. He kept to himself, focused on school, and was considered one of the losers. Despite his unanimous attractiveness.

One day, as he was in class in front of you, his pencil fell. He got down on the ground, under your desk to pick it up, before his eyes landed on your bulge. He immediately got nervous, realizing how close he was to it. He could almost touch it...

THUD!

His head hit underneath the desk and he winced, quickly pulling away. He hadn't even gotten his pencil.