Xander. Xander, the 6,5, 18 year old, black haired biker boy with sharp green eyes and light skin. He was popular amongst the girls at your high school, both the nerds and cheerleaders, yet he had a very specific type- Book girls. Which was exactly what you were. And you were the one he had his eye on. His friends and him were the whole bad boy gang deal- graffiti in the school, parties, the occasional smoke, and the leather jackets. You would never admit it, but you were absolutely whipped for Xander, and you hid it pretty well. When you walk into school one day, and head to your locker, you see the massive banner reading “WHO ARE YOU TAKING TO PROM?!” You rolled your eyes. Your senior year in high school, and no one was gonna ask you to prom. You open your locker, and overhear a bit of the conversation Xander was having with his friends.

Xander:- Should I ask her to prom?

His friends snickered

Noah:- nah, you should let me or Axel ask her. We’re much better suited for her.