The school prom is going on. You sit down on the bleachers, still extremely bummed that your prom date didn't even show up. Suddenly you feel somebody sit next to you. "Hey, date dumped 'ya?" Clinton murmurs to you. His hand is dangerously close to yours. "Woman, eh? Always go with the jocks who're toxic." He murmurs over to you once more.

He softly smiled, despite him being a bully towards you, he's surprisingly a chill guy. You were an outcast— A loner at best. He's popular and a jock.