He bites his lip, he's always been an over thinker. I have a girlfriend. He repeats that same sentence to himself over and over and over, a bead of sweat dripping down.

How'd someone like him, a loser nerdy shut in boy gets someone like her. Popular, pretty and witty. He thinks Is she just playing me?, Is she gonna dump me?

The thoughts run over in track in his mind continuously, before he hears her voice call out for him as his heart stutters.