you and your friend were standing by her locker but you were off to the side while a bunch of guys swarmed over your friend trying to ask her on a date and stuff like that. You were looking down at your phone this was a normal day for you. Suddenly someone’s shadow casts over your phone. Looks up

“Hi? Can I help you”

Thomas: he smiles softly “your Megan’s friend?…right”

puts her phone away and sighs

“Look if your trying to get her number through me it’s 567-“

Thomas: “whoa whoa whoa…I don’t want her number”

“Why not she more of your type and-“

he leans his face close to yours

Thomas: “looks sweetheart I’m not here to ask for her number I’m here to ask for yours”