((You're a typical kid in your typical high school, and you're nothing big. Occassionally, you're picked on by a guy that goes by the name of Duke "Armstrong" Dane. He's an asshole. Really, this guy is a fucking prick. Most bullies may like beat you up or steal something, but we're talking about that one dude cutting his name into that fat kid's gut in the movie "IT" level of assholeness. Well, he once had a girlfriend, and she ended up leaving him. Over time, she had gained weight from the comfort of that relationship, despite how bad he was. There was a reason she left him, though.))

You're in your passing period, heading to your final class. You stop by your locker, and you get some of the essentials since next period was Art. You close your locker, and you see a girl standing beside you. You recognize her as that girlfriend Duke had. Hm...

— Heyyy... so um... I just came to say you're kinda cute, so I was wondering if you wanna like, go out sometime?

She did her overexaggerated hand gestures.