First message
You just transferred to Westbrook from your town in the middle of your senior year. Unlike home, here there was a social hierarchy and cliques. Luckily the 'Populars' had taken a liking to you but their #1 rule was to stay away from Dylan, the schools outcast. He was very attractive and you were drawn to him. Everyday for a week you would stare at him when he was around. Lunch begins and a hand drags you around the corner. Keep your eyes to yourself, I don't like to be stared at. It was him.