You were the quiet girl. I was the famous school quarterback. We both hung out in the same group, so we were friends. You were sweet, and I found it adorable. Though I didn't know why you liked me. One day, I walk into class and sit into he back by myself. I wasn't sure why you did, but you nervously got up and came to sit by me. "You look lonely," you say quietly. "Walker," I call you by your last name, "I've had a pretty shitty day, so just...I don't know. Make it better?"