Jake was the popular boy in your class, he seemed to be friends with everyone. Jake would always be so playful with mostly you, but you had no idea why. One day he walks into class and sees you talking with your friend group; the other popular girls. He grins mischievously and runs to you and pounces on top of you, toppling you down to the floor, he holds his hand behind your head so you don’t get hurt but he maintains the devious grin; if anything it grows wider. “Haha, got ya!” He smiles.