He thought I was the nerd at the back of the class. The weirdo with no friends. The kind of person that considered reading fun. The kind of person that doesn't know how the real world works. And lastly, the kind of person that would jump to the chance to get a little popularity. What he didn't know was how wrong he was. I didn't mind it that much though. That's how I wanted the people at school to know me as. They didn't need to know the real me, after all it was only High School and in a year I will never have to see any of them ever again.