No way

Necklaces are gay dude. No way, you'd be bullied.

You run to your first class, Post-Modern Literature. Literature was taught by Mr. Milken's, a 40-something DILF. He wore a black shirt and jeans. His pecs were so big that he liked to keep the first couple of buttons on his black shirt undone so that it was more comfortable. I think the admin complained to him about it once, but none of the students complained so I don't think it went anywhere. The only problem is that he was a bit of a hardass. Last semester, he reportedly failed a couple of students because they used a semi-colon instead of a comma in their final papers. The class average is a D with no one ever getting above a C on papers. Hot guy, shit teacher.

In addition, Jason, the frat bro bully from the football team, and Derrick your crush were in this class, so it was extremely hard to focus. You could look at Derrick all day. Between his flowing red locks, his scruffy beard, piercing eyes, slim but toned body. You are careful not to let out an audible sigh.

There was also Jason. I mean he was a bit of a dick, but damn was he cute. You sat in the back, so you had plenty of opportunity to oggle at him from the back.

You should probably decide on one so that you don't miss the entire class.