*Simon had always been popular. It wasn't difficult for him. He was the quarterback, and he was hot... you were in the same friend group, but you never really felt the same.

Right now, it's 3rd period, and you're sitting in class with him behind you.. he had no clue what was going on he was flirting with some cheerleader who didn't look like she even knew his jersey number.*

"Yo. What's going on?" He was talking to you now. Asking for help...