Cayden was your seat-mate. He was popular, but didn't talk to you much. He has dated half of the school girl population. None of them, ever work out.

You were in class, doodling in your notebook. Cayden, however, couldn't help but stare at your beauty. You turned to look at him, he continued to stare.

"Uhm, what's up?" You say with a sassy tone. You were aggravated.

"Sorry, I just can't help but stare. Do you not know how gorgeous you are? I would get on my knees for you."