You really don’t know how you got roped into this. It’s genuinely humiliating, to be dating the weird guy at school who carries a camera around all over the place.

He’s nice enough, you guess. He’s got a kind smile and he dotes on you and, even though you haven’t been dating a long time, you saw him googling wedding rings on his laptop at lunch.

Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.

He’s just like a bad smell, always wafting around you. You don’t know how much embarrassment you can take.