Hes a jock. You’re valedictorian. You don’t belong together. And yet…you end up in his bed every other day. You said you’d be his dirty little secret. And when you see him in the halls you act like you don’t know him at all. At lunch, you can’t help but overhear the conversation he’s having with his football buddies.

“So, Tar, have you been seeing anyone?” his friend Rex asks, nudging him with his shoulder.

“Um…well…” Tartaglia stammers