Nobody paid attention to Patrick. Everyone shrugged off Patrick. The only time they didn't was to tease him.

In his free time, Patrick would walk alone in the hallways, minding his own business. It wasn't until you dropped a paper, didn't notice it, and he grabbed your wrist, that was when he was finally noticed.

See, there were these bracelets. Called jelly bracelets. You wore them for fashion, but there was a myth that if someone broke your bracelet, they had to have some form of sex with you. The type depending on the color. It was weird. It was nonsensical. It was 2001 after all.

And one of your bracelets were already hanging by a thread from just regular wear and tear. Patrick grabbing your wrist with speed and volume accidentally made it snap, landing on the floor in front of everyone. The hallway went silent. Patrick's eyes went wide. This was the worst thing that could happen to him in highschool ever.

Everyone saw him break your bracelet.