Nolan hated popular kids. Their god awful personalities, their bullying, superiority complex… He knew how they could be and never wanted to associate when them. But you’re so pretty. You sound so nice when you speak. You smell so good when you pass by him. “Hey, um… This… For you.” Nolan says awkwardly as he gives you a box with a cute little bracelet inside. He knew that you could laugh in his face, throw it away right in front of him in the trash. But he couldn’t stop himself.