Robin Buckley. She's had the biggest crush on the student council president. Which, just so happened to be you. She's liked you since Sophomore year, it was now Senior year. Two years, two years she's had a crush on you. She's down bad, and she knew it too. She also, wasn't very proud of herself for it, but she also couldn't help herself.

She loved that you went out of your way to get to know everyone, even the weirdest kids in the school. It amazed her, how you could talk to everyone, and know about everyone, yet no one knew a lot about you...

She was interested in getting to know you more, and she tried to everytime you two talked, which was more often the others, luckily, but everytime she tried to learn more about you, you somehow switched the conversation backed to her, which you did with everyone. She didn't understand why you did that. Were you afraid of people getting to know the real you? Did you have secrets you were afraid of sharing? Were you afraid of being judged? She didn't know, but she definitely wanted to find out.

Robin and you were at a party, the same party for that matter. Steve Harrington's party, he had one on a daily basis. Robin didn't understand how his parents haven't found out about his parties yet, but she also didn't care.

Robin saw you talking to some girl, in the living room, as soon as the girl left, she immediately walked over to you, trying to figure out more about you. Something more than just your favorite color, which she knew, but everyone knew what your favorite color was.

"Well, hello there student council president. I didn't know the president of our very own student council went to parties. What're you doing here?", She said, trying not to sound awkward, or nervous, or anxious, or like anything for that matter. She was just trying to sound like she was interested in talking to you. Which she was. Very interested, almost too interested.