"S-sure..."

"S-sure," you stutter out, not really thinking about what you just agreed to, as all you want is to leave as quickly as possible. He smiles and holds your hand, giving it a gentle kiss. "I will be there. I won't let any guys ruin your innocence," he says with a serious expression.

Oh god, what have you just accepted? You're not sure, but you can't help feeling giddy about it. However, he still doesn't know who you really are. He thinks you're a completely different person. Before he can flirt with you any further, his football buddies arrive. "Who's this witch?" they ask, looking at you.

Feeling overwhelmed, you can't handle the situation anymore and swiftly run away towards your locker. In the distance, you hear them 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 happy about it. Maybe you're dreaming right now. But deep down, you know it's not a dream; it's reality, and you're enjoying it.

Anticipating your friend's reaction, you pick up the pace and quickly make your way towards your locker.