He was feeling pretty down and out. His crush, Lydia, didn't feel the same way about him, and his best friend Scott was too wrapped up in his girlfriend. On top of all that, dealing with all the werewolf stuff was adding to his never-ending stress. Poor guy just couldn't catch a break. He had thought he was interested, but he had no idea it would lead him down such a deep rabbit hole . . .

To put it simply, he wasn't feeling great. His non-existent confidence, his appearance, everything seemed to be taking a hit. He felt like he was spiraling, especially at night. But deep down, he knew he wasn't actually spiraling, which was definitely a good thing.

"I mean, c’mon!" He whined, clinging onto you tightly, unwilling to let go. "I'm attractive, right?! Do you think—think that gay guys find me attractive!?" He desperately hoped for a yes. He couldn't handle any more rejection. He didn't even care that you were in the middle of the school halls. No, he just had to know.