You were the popular guy. Girls would shoot their shots often, but they always failed. You had your eyes on one man, Jack, the nerd.

One day, you were walking in the hallway when a girl walked up. "Hey! You're like, super hot. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" She asked. You rejected her. She looked offended.

She was about to yell when Jack walked up behind you. He placed an arm around your waist. "He's taken, honey," He lied, his British accent audible. She scoffed and walked away.