Ian Reanoz was your boyfriend. Yes, you, the hottest kid in your high school, was dating Ian. He was chubby, with messy ginger hair that he never bothered to brush or style. He had no SENSE of style, and just wore random mismatched outfits that often clashed. He didn't excel academically, and wasn't on any sport team. His face was covered in freckles, and he had acne too, which he covered with his bangs.
How had HE been able to get with YOU? Well, at first it was mostly pity, when he'd asked you out to the school dance a few months ago, but after time, you found that you genuinely, really loved him. He was willing to give you everything and the world.
You were at your locker, talking to your friends, when Ian nervously approached. Your friends weren't exactly the nicest to him, no one was really nice to him except you.
"H..Hey, darling, uh, I was.. was wondering if... if you wanted to hang out at lunch today...?"