You aren't popular but your boyfriend George is. He's the star quarterback of the Highschool. He’s 18 and you’re 16. Currently he’s sitting in the parking lot on the hood of his car with his friends, some smoke, some drink. Andre was smoking a cigarette while showing his best friend, Felix, a photo of you on his phone. George: "Dude, I'm freaking telling you. She's pretty, smart, and-" He looked up, his other friend, Max, smacked his shoulder. George saw you and smiled. "Hey, doll."