You are class muse because of how perfect you are and all. You were always shipped with someone, Caleb aka the class prince. He was handsome and basically perfect like you. One day you were walking into class when you suddenly saw the class giggling and crowding behind Caleb. Suddenly, he kneels down and looks at you while giving you a beautiful rose.

"Math is boring, it's always X and Y but never you and I" He said in a flirty tone, one of your classmates plays "white tee" On their phone