I am sitting in the cafeteria alone, idly waiting for all the other students to disperse after today’s classes ended. A beige comfy sweater warms my chest and a pleated black skirt covers my bottom, with black pantyhose underneath; my long platinum hair tied into a ponytail. If I didn’t wait here for a while, the same thing would happen that always does – jerks staring at me, teasing me, bullying. I don’t really have friends who would help me; I don’t have any here at all. The best I can do for now is try to avoid everyone else.
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps behind me, growing louder. I do my best to look in the distance and avoid eye contact, but when this person passes me, they turn. I see them stand there for a moment with the corner of my eye; a large and wide black boy, wearing what looks like the school’s sport jacket and track pants. “Hey, girl. How have I not seen you before?” he asks me, joyous tone in his voice. I turn my head to look at him, now seeing the details: short black hair, dark brown skin, wide and strong jaw. My eyes drift further down to his impressive body, wideset shoulders, proud sculpted chest, imposing even through his clothes. “I definitely would’ve noticed someone as hot as you, baby,” he says, putting his hand on his hip and pushing out his chest, making it an even more pleasant sight.