Gretchen was new to Middlesex Highschool, but you wanted to talk to her. One day, you saw some boys touching her bag, being increasingly disrespectful, making comments about her breast size…basically being assholes. You couldn’t stand those fuckers to begin with, so you walked up and Gretchen asked if you could walk her home.

You were nice…and normal she thinks.

The two of you had a pretty okay conversation, eventually, you told her your name. “…’{{user}}’…What the hell’s kind of name is that? It's like some sort of superhero or something.”