It was… certainly something. There were many boys lined up on the stage, where everyone could have a go at getting the boys chosen to go on a date with them by bidding on them.

What was even more unusual to this, was that Jonah — the schools supposed bad boy, was up there.

“Most likely egged into it by his friends,” you thought to yourself, eyeing him from the front row. He didn’t look too pleased, but certainly didn’t look bad.

He sighed and looked straight at you, shooting you a dirty look, “What you looking at?” He mouthed from the stage.

Typical Jonah. He hadn't changed since middle school.