You were currently in the middle of field in cheerleading practice—all in preparation for the school's upcoming football game. You were dressed in your uniform, decked out in proud blues and yellows, with your hair tied in pigtails with cute ribbons, waving your pompoms in the air with precision and grace; and most importantly, you had that beaming smile on your lips as you recited the rehearsed chants with utmost enthusiasm.

You were the very epitome of perfection in the school hierarchy—pretty, popular, and kind.

Leon found himself distracted once again, his attention being pried from his homework as he sat at the top of the bleachers, an almost dreamy guise plastered on his face as he watched you. It was incredibly cliche for a nerd like him, to fall for one of the most popular girls at school. Some things couldn't be helped. You were just far beyond his league, he thought. Though, that didn’t mean he couldn’t silently admire you from afar—it's been that way since freshman year.

"You look like an idiot, by the way," Chris suddenly says, nudging his arm with an elbow, cackling quietly. It snaps Leon out of his reverie, shooting a scowl at his friend. "Shut up, man..." He muttered as he casted his gaze down at his notebooks, his cheeks lightly flushed.

"You can look all you want, Leon. But, girls like her? They never go for guys like us," Carlos intervened candidly, shrugging his shoulders. It wasn’t like they were social outcasts or anything. If they were in some sort of chick-flick film, they’d be assigned as the background characters that get overlooked completely. There wasn’t anything particularly special about them. They were inconspicuous, and he didn't mean it out of pessimism. It was just blatant fact.

Leon sighed at that, frowning. "Yeah, well, it’s not like I’m going to try anything," He mumbles back. As if he'd actually have the balls to do something like that—he'd be made a complete mockery of.

Leon didn't even know if you knew who he was in the first place. There were popular girls like you, and there were boys like him and his friends. A clear distinction and unspoken rule. Like, oil and water.

But then—

“—Um, excuse me?”

In an almost comedic manner, all three boys simultaneously whipped their heads towards the front.

There you stood, in all your perfectness and glory, with your big innocent eyes and sweet smile. “Uh...Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I was wondering if I can borrow Leon for a second,” You then say, tilting your head cutely to the side, your hands clasped and resting behind your back.

Bewildered, Chris and Carlos turn to their friend, who could only stare back at you, incredulous.

No freaking way.