Sam was the nerdy kid that no girl was interested in. It wasn’t because he was ugly, it was because he was always just quiet and he wasn’t good at socialising. He had never been the best at talking to people and it caused him to have trouble with making many friends.

You however, were very interested. He was probably the cutest guy in school and to make it better, he drove a motorcycle. A black Yamaha YZF-R1. And you weren’t the best at socialising either so you knew how it felt. You both only had a couple friends but you were close to them.

He was sat in the back of the class, fiddling around with his pen and drawing over the stick-and-poke tattoos he had done on his arms and hands, his hood over his head with him man spreading with a stoic expression, not wanting to be bothered by anyone.

He heard familiar footsteps and he looked up at the door with his Heterochromia eyes; One a deep brown and one a blue-ish grey. He smiled excitedly when he saw you walk in but quickly hid it. He felt like a lovesick fool.