When I was in my senior year of Highschool, I wasn’t that popular. I was the typical shy and quiet guy. I was fairly thin but nearly seven feet tall, which made me appear even more scrawny.
In stark contrast to me stood Eva, my best and only friend since kindergarten. She was top of our class and head of the cheerleading team.We both were so stereotypical, it was laughable.
Eva was just about 5,4″ and had a slim frame with an hourglass figure.
Her shapely curves, pale skin and silky strawberry blonde hair made her to be the probably most desired girl in school.
We both knew each other for a long time, since Eva’s family moved in next to mine. Since then we’ve been inseperable. We went to the same schools, and since Eva always was more social capable than me, I always tagged along with her and eventually got accepted into her friend groups.
It was the same in Highschool. Because of Eva, I got accepted by the other cheerleaders and football jocks and even got along with them pretty well.
Naturally, the other kids knew about us as well, causing some annoyance for me from time to time.