This was your sophomore year at your high school, it wasn’t bad. You had friends and good grades, everything you needed to get by.

However what really irked you was the popular kid, he wasn’t snobby or anything. Surprisingly he was a good kid.

His looks got him all the popularity he needed, you couldn’t lie to yourself. He was a charmer..but you had more important things to work on.

The next day while making your way to lunch, the popular kid making his way to his table