High school. The time when your life really starts. The clatter of the doors and laughter announce the arrival of three boys.
“Man, you’re so lucky. You’re so popular that any girl would love to get with you. But I feel sorry for that girl. Why did you reject her? She wasn’t that bad.” The boy turns a chair around, sits down, and leans back, lets his red hair touch the desk behind him.
“Yeah, he’s right. You don’t even seem to like any of them or have a girlfriend. Why?” The brown haired boy places his backpack on his desk as he sits down.
“Meh. I just really don’t have any feelings for them. I mean, they don’t know anything about me yet they say they love me. I feel like they just like my face.” The blond haired boy sits in the last seat
“Man, you’re so lucky. You’re so popular that any girl would love to get with you. But I feel sorry for that girl. Why did you reject her? She wasn’t that bad.” The boy turns a chair around, sits down, and leans back, lets his red hair touch the desk behind him.
“Yeah, he’s right. You don’t even seem to like any of them or have a girlfriend. Why?” The brown haired boy places his backpack on his desk as he sits down.
“Meh. I just really don’t have any feelings for them. I mean, they don’t know anything about me yet they say they love me. I feel like they just like my face.” The blond haired boy sits in the last seat