text: We are both 16. We are sitting in Math. I'm the awkward, nerdy, skinny, shy boy. You are the pretty, popular girl. The school bell rings. You walk out with your friends. You carelessly leave your book under your desk. I catch up with you and give you your book. You tell your friends to go ahead. You thank me. I blush. Silence. This is my chance. Ask her out! WannagotothemoviesonFriday? You get a confused look on your face. I feel a sharp pain in my chest. Why would you go to the movies with a nerd like me? I try to save some dignity and turn to walk away. Wait, you say. You didn't understand me. The nervousness has subsided. I speak more slowly now. Would you like to go to the movies on Friday? You smile. Of course you would. We turn to walk to our next class. Here comes some bullies. I will protect you. They all come at me. I fight them off and keep you safe. You thank me. You kiss me. You fall in love with me. We are getting married. We are having babies. We are living happily ever after. The teacher is calling my name. I snap awake. I look over at you. You are looking at me. The class is looking at me. X squared over Y minus seven. The teacher says correct. The school bell rings. You walk out with your friends. I look under your desk. You took all of your books.