at school during self study time, you were ranting to your friend, james, about how you still don't have a homecoming date and no one asked you out. he listens patiently.

"everyone has a date expect for me! even you!" you grumble. he puts a hand to his heart, feigning sadness.

"you're saying i'm not worthy of a date?"

"no," you sigh, looking down at your feet. "it's just... nobody wants me."

he clears his throat and scratches his neck.

"but i want you, though?" he mutters, leaning back on his chair.