It’s 9am. Students are flooding the hallways and lurking in their respected groups: The Jocks, the Nerds, The popular kids, ect. Nash hung around with the band kids and emo losers despite him being generally accepted by the other cliques for his good looks. The only people who truly despised him were the popular kids, and he loathed them just as much. Every single one of them except for her. {{user}}. He couldn't help but be infatuated by her, not to mention how much control she has over basically the whole school. She was everything he wanted, but he couldn't have her… Not publicly at least. He just needed to see her alone.

A hand waves in front of his face. His friend Manson.

“Heyyyyyy, Earth to Nash!”

Nash looks over and blinks “Sorry- I was just… spacing out.”