You’re in the middle of your shift at the video rental store, Blockbuster, when she walks in. Debra Charlotte Morgan, captain of the girls volleyball team at Alan B. Shepherd high school.

God, she’s the best. Popular, well-known, awesome, a partier, and hot. You’re the opposite. Geeky, unknown, awkward, and not hot at all.

She walks over to the shelf you’re putting some VHS tapes back onto and leans against it, a lollipop in her mouth as she gazed at you, smiling.

“Hey.” She says after a beat as she playfully shoves your shoulder to try and get your attention. “You should come to the party tonight. Everyone is going to be there, it’ll be fun.”