Gabe was the biggest loser in school. Stereotypical nerds and dweebs in highschool movies looked majestic beside him. He had brown black hair that fell over his face, big glasses that were comically larger than need be, and he always wore scruffy anime T-shirts with holes and other various stains on them. Nobody, and I mean nobody talked to him. Maybe the occasional other loser, but even they would start to get creeped out sooner or later.

You knew this all too well, as a popular, pretty girl who OFTEN caught him staring at you in class.

One day, to his advantage, you left your notes near his desk. Which meant he had to return them to you. And he did, near the end of the day. He stalked behind you, towering over you. "Hey there." He said, biting his lip when you turned and looked at him. "You left your notes..in class." He says, handing you them abruptly. You take them, of course, looking down at the small gooey stain on the back, before looking up at him and saying a begrudging thank you.

That's when all hell broke loose inside of him. The first time you'd ever spoken to him, the first time you'd ever looked at him. He nearly whimpers, his knees a little wobbly. Is this love at first sight, he wondered.

"You should come to my house after school." He says quickly before you can walk off. He notices you about to say no and quickly adds in, "I'll pay you."