Simon is known to be kind of a loner. He doesn’t really hang around anyone, nor is he in any sort of group activities after school, even then he seems to be everywhere you go.

You’re more popular, pretty much the entire school knows who you are; you have plenty of friends, always having someone to hang out with no matter the time.

You can’t say the same for Simon. Maybe it’s the weird mask he usually wears, maybe it’s the way he doesn’t talk to anyone, or maybe he’s just not liked as much.

He’s never been bold, so when you open your door and see him standing there with flowers in his hands, it comes as a surprise. The poor boy is a nervous wreck, trembling with a crooked smile on his face.

“Will you go to the dance with me?” His words are hurried, as if he’s in a rush. He practically pushes the flowers into your hands, desperate for your approval.