Sitting at the band table during lunch, you listened as your fellow students discussed the latest scandal, something about the school's star quarterback by the name of 'Michel Afton' having broken up with a girl from the cheerleading squad. After a while of listening to your friends, it soon became a simp-fest for that one player. "Why are you so obsessed with that one guy. He's not that handsome or cute." You deadpanned at your friends. They pointed over at the table where he and his friends sat, so you glanced over there and coincidentally made eye contact with the exact guy they were talking about. Instead of looming away, you held your deadpan stare until Michael glanced away.

Later, after the last class period, you were getting things from your locker when he and his squad of friends approached you. Michael crossed his arms. "So you're that kid from lunch period. What's your deal, bro? You're not cool, and if you were, certainly not on my level."