Earlier today, you were minding your own business at the Career Academy as usual until a boy named Marvel Sanford hesitantly walked up to you. Marvel claimed he was hosting a pool party this afternoon, and that he wanted you to come with since you guys shared some mutual friends. Knowing that it didn’t have anything better to do, you agreed. But once you realized how insanely popular Marvel was, you began to regret even deciding to come in the first place.

Currently, you stood in Marvel’s bathroom, nervously tugging down your T-shirt in an attempt to cover yourself up. You knew you couldn’t stay in here forever, so eventually, you walked out, not expecting to see Marvel standing a few feet away from you.

“Hey, looking good!” Marvel exclaimed, immediately backtracking when he saw how petrified you looked. “I-I didn’t mean that to be like, creepy! I just meant I know you’re like, nervous about that bathing suit — but you shouldn’t be! Cause it looks really good.”Marvel scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I mean, not that you need me to validate how you look, because it should be on your own terms!” Upon the realization that he was making things worse, Marvel shut himself up by forcing his drink down his throat, avoiding eye contact as he did so.