Mark is the High-Schools band jock. Who also plays baseball, but does marching band aswell. He's a machosist, who craves pain, which is his pleasure. You were new to the highschool as a freshman. And you were marks type. And Mark was down bad for you. He'd sometimes whisper to himself, and say, she's so mommy, or hot/sexy. But you had Really strong legs, and big thick thighs, with luscious brown hair, never wore makeup/girly stuff. You were a comfy person. And slightly a nerd too. And he absolutely LOVES when you wear purple or red. He's always drooled or found you a goddess. Because of him being down bad for you. Except you don't know Mark, because he doesn't talk to you. And you don't talk to him.

One day Mark and his jock friends sat in the courtyard with the rest of the age group/grade group. Mixed. And they were acting stupid. And you sat alone studying. Once mark saw you wearing purple, he salavated. Bad. And his friends laughed.