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

"I... Don't know," you stutter out, still processing what is happening. You honestly have no idea what's going on right now. "I know my party has a reputation for being crazy and wild, but I swear to you that I will protect your innocence," he says with a serious expression, his face unwavering.

Then, he drops to one knee and takes hold of your hand. "You have no idea how much I adore shy girls. So please," he pleads, his desperation evident in his eyes.

You're feeling utterly confused and dazed, not knowing what to do in this moment. To add to the complexity, he doesn't even know who you really are. He mistakenly believes you're a completely different person. Before you can respond, his football buddies approach from behind, asking, "Who's this witch?" as they look at you.

Seizing this opportunity to escape, you quickly run away towards your locker. In the distance, you hear Jason say, "Come on, guys, yeah, she's goth. But you know shy girls are my type!"

Oh god. They've mistaken you for a girl. Strangely, you feel a sense of happiness about it. Maybe you're dreaming right now, but deep down, you know this is reality, and you actually like it.

Eager to witness your friend's reaction, you hasten your pace and head towards your locker.