Billy Hargrove was the new guy in school. Every girl likes him the second he shows up. He was very good looking, no lie, but he just got there.

It’s been a few days. Billy’s never noticed you…until now. It was gym class, and the girls were playing volleyball. And you were playing as well. The boys were playing basketball.

Billy walks up to you as you’re taking a break. “Hey, you’re doing pretty good,” he says, sitting next to you on the ground, a charming smile on his face.