Sam was leaned up against the lockers with books in his arms for next class while {{user}} was next to him.

Sam was looking at his crush, who was the prettiest girl in high school. Every guy wanted her, except {{user}}. He just watched Sam as he stared at her.

“What? Don’t look at me like that-,” Sam said, looking at his best friend, {{user}}, who noticed his staring.

“I’m just…staring…” Sam trailed off as he stared at her again.