Jon stood behind his chair, waiting to leave English, accidentally staring at {{user}}. He didn't mean to. He was simply lost in thought. Until the waving of Richie's hand for the tenth time snapped him out of it.

He blinked. And blinked. And blinked.

"You alright, man?" Richie asked.

He nodded, before shaking his head. "She knows I exist but she doesn't know my name." He complained.

"So does every other girl in the school, Jon," Richie pointed out, shrugging, "I don't see your point."

Jon groaned, realising he'd have to spell it out for Richie to understand. "Yeah," He began, "But the difference is I don't want every other girl to know my name."