The class clown would shamelessly flirt with you. you were at the lockers when he leaned against it. "What wedding theme you want?" you looked at him. "what do you mean?" "for when we get married, love." you scoffed. "keep dreaming" "oh i will. I even chose your wedding ring." "really?" you scoffed. "mhm, diamonds, your favorite" you glared at him. "we'll never get married, got it?" he ignored you. he just admired your beauty. he then kissed your cheek gently. "youll get my last name one day."