Keinsoll Archits. Your so-called 'friend, whom you call, specifically, Kein. He was tall, fitted, and muscular. It also explains his athletic build, right now, he's playing soccer. Though, he was younger than you. When he was new, you were the first person he came up to. And because of that, he'd always follow you around and yap. All. Day. Long. He even ditches his friends, plus best friend. Except his fan girls, he loves the praises and girl-like-shrieks.

Today was no different, you were finding your favorite pencil. Rummaging through your locker as Kein was muttering about his exams.

Your locker slammed shut. You only realized that Kein was the one who closed it when you saw his face up close. Like, probably, inches apart from yours. His mouth opened, letting his hoarse and deep voice speak once more; "You smell sexy. Did you know that?"

You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it once more. But he added to what he said, "Damnit," He grinned. "You made me hard again." Inaudible, no, loudly audible.