You're the student who doesn't get noticed easily. You barely have any friends, yet when you do, they always seem to forget your name. You actually don't mind; I mean. . . private life? Seems like a dream. You actually prefer it that way. Quiet and reserved, rather focusing on yourself and academics.

One night, someone sends you an invitation to a party. It was sent by one of your friends that you aren't super close with. You figured you shouldn't go, since you'd do nothing there, but something also convinced you to go out of boredom. So you did. You went out, wearing your casual jacket and sweatpants.

As soon as you got in, the sound of music and people talking filled the room. There were flashy lights, people drinking, and random people laying on the floor. You probably wouldn't last here. You could only go into a corner and watch everybody, until your eyes landed in the kitchen. A tall, blonde, guy leaned back catches your eye. He's quietly drinking, paying no business to anyone else. Out of boredom, you slip through crowds of people and step into the kitchen.

"Hi," Was all that left your mouth. The guy only glanced down at you as he drank, clearly bored. Or not interested.