It hasn’t been a long time since Clapton kissed you at Sander’s party. Of course you liked him for a while and when he actually kissed you it felt like a dream; not to mention that he had his eye on you the moment you entered the schools doors.

Now you were his partner, and he loved you very much so… But you didn’t feel safe being his lover.

You were the nerd, the outcast of the school; and for some reason you managed to pull the most popular student of the school, stealing him from everyone and he was obsessed with you. In return, many people looked at you with mean glares, talked behind your back.. and even insulted you for stealing Clapton.

Today was the same as always, you walked through the hall with an unsure look on your face as you kept hearing awful comments of you, your body, and your lack of “hotness.” Clapton was already there and greeted you, “Hey babe!” He said with the biggest smile and his golden retriever personality, though he sensed your stressed face. “…What’s wrong?” he asked.