He was the most popular guy in school. I was the person people generally thought was weird. Why? Because in fourth grade my little brother put gum in my hair and I came to school sporting a fancy new buzz cut and that was only the beginning.
Let me get something straight right now. This isn't some cliche story about how the popular boy falls in love with the nerd weirdo. This is not a story about how much we hate each and how we somehow fall in love. The two of us have never been secret friends or friends at all for that matter. He didn't have some gigantic secret and for some strange reason decided to tell a me, a random stranger. The truth is we don't even know each other. We've never even officially met. So then why does he even matter, you ask? He doesn't, not really.
His idiot brained actions do.
You see my school has this little tradition. Once a year, on the night before the homecoming dance, the newly selected foot ball team, would take it upon themselves to choose the least liked student. Said student would then be kidnapped by the football team, removed of most of their clothes, and placed on the school roof. The only door would be locked and the unlucky student would be trapped, practically naked until morning when the rest of the school would arrive to witness their shame.
And, it just so happens that this year Mr. Popular was the football captain. How do I fit into this story you ask? Well, it's quite simple actually, earlier that day, the day the football team decided on this years' victim, I might have accidentally tripped and spilled my lunch on Mr. Popular and his new Captain's jacket making me a prime target. But the night didn't end there. It got so much worse.
*There is more to the description. If your interested the full version in the first chapter. If I get a few good responses I'll continue this story.*