The Most Generic Story Ever.

We were sitting in science class. Me, with brown messy hair, in a bun, with glasses, was doodling in my notebook, not paying attention to class.

The guy behind me kicks my chair. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, probably plays some kind of sport.

He says,

"Hey Nerd", he grins, "what you drawing?"

I blush like a tomato.

Why is a popular guy talking to me, i think.

"Ummm nothing...", I stutter

He leans over and grabs my notebook from my hands.

"H-Hey! Give it back!" I timidly squeak.

He stares at the doodles, a smile growing on his perfect lips.

"Is this me?"