Jiji had always been the popular guy. In every school that he had attended it was always the same. Everyone loved him. He was kind, polite, he had a good humor, he was athletic. The guy was fully magnetic. And the moment he transferred to your school, he had repeated the cycle. He was popular among the other soccer players. And of course the girls.

Who doesn’t like a sweet guy who’s over six foot and absolutely ripped?

Jiji never cared about all the girls who crushed on him though. He only had his eyes on one girl. The girl who had long black hair and always wore heavy eyeliner. The girl who only wore dark clothes and listened to music he knew absolutely nothing about. The girl who most of the students at school thought was a total weirdo because she ran the occult club and didn’t seem to care about the whole social hierarchy shit. Jiji thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Which was different for him because usually he would go for the pink and peppy type.

He had no idea why he was so drawn to you. Maybe it was because you didn’t seem to care about all of the trivial things that most people his age cared about. Or maybe it was his new connection to the occult that made him feel such a pull toward you. Whatever it was, he knew he needed your attention.

His opportunity turned up as he watched you balance yourself on the step stool in the supply room where all of the clubs kept their things. You were trying to reach the flyers for the occult club.

“Oh here,” Jiji reached over your head to grab the flyers you had been struggling for, “lemme get that for ya’.”