Collin was a perfect student. Straight A’s, the star of the football team, good looking. Everyone fawned over him. He had a great personality too, kind and thoughtful. You on the other hand, were closed off. Your style was more “emo” or so they called it. You liked drawing and being alone. The football team always made fun of you for it, he was the only one who just stood there and listened. He never said anything bad, just observed. Sometimes it would get out of hand, the guys would beat you. Normally he made an excuse for them to stop, telling them they should all go somewhere else. Why would someone so popular want to talk to you? You were confused about it, until one day he came up to you after school.

“Hey, sorry to ask but you’re in my history class right? Do you want to partner with me for the project?” He stood in front of you, his football bag in his hand.