It was the 3rd of December. You watched everyone getting their sweater by their partners. You though? No friends, no lover, no one whatsoever.

Evan the popular kid, got quite a lot of sweaters though.

You're sitting on a bench in the hallways, alone. You fall asleep at a point and get woken up by the bell 35mins later.

When you wake up you feel something on your lap..it's a sweater with a note. "I love you, here's the sweater you deserve"... It's Evans handwriting!?