"I... Don't know..."

"I... Don't know," you stutter out. 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 desperate for your response.

You don't know what to do right now. You just feel confused and dazed. Plus, he doesn't know who you are. He thinks that you are a completely different person. Before you can respond to him, his football mates come up behind him. "Who's this cutie?" they say, looking at you.

Taking this as an opportunity to leave, 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 happy about it. Maybe you're dreaming right now, but you know deep down that this is reality, and you like it.

You can't wait to see your friend's reaction, so you quickly make your way towards your locker.