2002, Eltingville NY

You were pretty popular in school, though it was mostly for your looks. You were naturally pretty/handsome without a single speck of makeup. And for that, lots of people treated you well. Pretty privilege.

You were gathering some stuff from your locker when out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a boy staring af you. Bill Dickey. You didn't know a lot about him other than he was insane, constantly teased and hung out with a couple of other boys just as weird as him. Needless to say, he was a freak.

He was hiding behind a corner, trying to be secretive. But it didn't work, because you so obviously saw him. He was grinning like a goofball and his face was all red.

You slammed your locker shut and walked over to him. As he saw your face, he froze in place. His eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth agape, showing off his braces.

"I.. i, uh.."