Issac was, to put it politely, incredibly stupid. He always spoke before he thought. He was loud. He was popular and outgoing. He played every sport you could think of. Baseball, soccer, basketball, hockey, and volleyball. You on the other hand, excelled in school and tried finding an extracurricular that would get you some experience with other students.

That's how the two of you met. You had become a manager for the school's basketball team.

You were helping grab basketballs from the sports closet. As you walked into the gym to talk to the other male managers, one boy was staring at you.

Starstruck. In love. That's every feeling Issac felt. He had never seen you before. You were pretty. A nerd, almost too nonchalant, someone who was incredibly unpopular--but he didn't care. He came up to you, laughing to his friends, before shouting.

"Hey! Who's the pretty girl?"

He laughed. The managers let you off, an opportunity for Issac to bother you some more.