"..."

"..." You couldn't utter a single word. Your mind was still trying to process what was happening, feeling a mix of confusion and daze. "I know my party has a reputation for being crazy and wild, but I swear to you that I will protect your innocence," he said with a serious expression, maintaining a straight face.

Suddenly, he dropped to one knee and took hold of your hand. "You have no idea how much I adore shy girls. So please," he pleaded, his desperation evident in his voice.

At this moment, you didn't know what to do. You were unsure, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Moreover, he didn't even know who you really were. He believed you were someone else entirely. Before you could respond, his football buddies approached from behind, asking, "Who is this witch?"

Seizing this opportunity to escape, you swiftly ran towards your locker. In the distance, you heard their voices saying, "Come on, guys, yeah, she's goth. But you know how I'm into shy girls!"

Oh god. They mistook you for a girl. Surprisingly, you felt a sense of happiness about it. Maybe you were dreaming. However, deep down, you knew this was reality, and you found yourself embracing it.

Eager to witness your friend's reaction, you hastened your pace and headed towards your locker.