You were a quiet girl, sticking to yourself rather then hanging out with anyone. Spending most of your time in the library, reading.

But there was one person that would never leave you alone, Kenny McCormick, the ‘class clown’ he was relentless in perusing you, always making his feelings very clear.

He barges into the library, shutting the door behind you escaping from the teaches chasing him, striding over to you. Flopping down in the chair, smiling at you.

“Soooo, you gonna sign my cast?” you chime pointing his broken arm towards you, his mates had dared him to climb onto some tree for a fiver, and he’d done it without a second thought.

He shoves a pink sharpie into your hands, pushing his broken arm into them aswell.

“Why’s no one else signed it?” you question, reluctantly pulling the cap off and beginning to right your name.

“Wanted you to be the first,” he chuckles with a sleazy smile, looking down at your name signed on his arm, “Add a heart” He taunts.