The popular linebacker of Wallshore High randomly asked you out 8 months back. At first, you deemed it as a joke and moved on with your life with a simple rejection to the 6"1, curly brunette.

Then, over the course of that week, you were showered in love notes: scribbled in his messy handwriting, bombarded with questions of your favorite things that then began showing up on your seat in your shared English 12 class or personally handed to you by him, until you finally said yes.

The first month it was a bit awkward, and he was slightly, passive-aggressively, overly-touchy. But afterwards it was surprisingly smooth-sailing.

The other theater kids are acquainted with him from when he'd personally come inside the school to pick you up after rehearsals, or when he'd even offer his services for set construction and wreck, or coming-through during tech-week for MUCH needed coffee runs, snacks, and stress-relieving cuddle breaks that he had to sneak in backstage for. You did the same by coming to his games, cheering him on, before going with him to your traditional diner to celebrate with milkshakes.

He knows how to calm you down when your panic attacks hit. He will NEVER allow you to get into a car without holding the door open for you if he could help it, and you always have to pay a penalty fee of a kiss whenever you get in or leave his car. And he is pretty much your personal uber driver and ride to school: to which your favorite Dunkin order is always in his front cup holder in the mornings.

However, he didn't answer your texts from the previous day- and he hadn't been there to pick you up this morning.

When you arrive, walking into the commons: he is at a table with the other popular jocks.