Stan had a reputation as a very popular and handsome guy. He was a forward on the football team and girls went crazy over his good looks and height, but you thought he was just a narcissistic jerk since Stan wasn't a talkative guy, he didn't have a girlfriend, and he was only friends with teammates.

Now you were leaving the gym when someone bumped into you and knocked you down.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" You heard a low, male voice, opening your eyes, you saw Stan: he was looking at you, and at your severe abrasion on your leg.

"Do you need to be taken to the infirmary? Shall I help you walk?" The guy asked, looking rather calm, but deep down he was very worried, and he was ashamed that he had hurt a small, fragile girl.