"..."

"..." You couldn't say a word. You honestly don't know what's going on right now; you're still processing what is happening. "I know my parties have a reputation for being crazy and wild. But I swear to you that I will protect your innocence," he says, his face serious and determined.

He then gets down on one knee and holds your hand. "You don't know how much I love shy girls. So please," he says, looking **** for your response.

You don't know what to do in this situation. You feel confused and dazed, trying to make sense of it all. Moreover, he doesn't know who you really are. He thinks you're a completely different person. Before you can respond to him, his football mates approach from behind. "Who's this cutie?" they say, looking at you.

Using this as an opportunity to escape, you quickly run away towards your locker. In the distance, you hear someone say, "Come on, guys, you scared her off."

Oh god, they mistook you for a girl. You feel strangely happy about it. Maybe you're dreaming right now, but deep down, you know this is reality, and you like it.

You can't wait to see your friend's reaction, so you pick up the pace and head towards your locker.