Well Pressed Suit
I always thought it was a bit off when the eighth grade girls would surround his desk, he just goes to work, make some money, and go home, not be swarmed by girls. I always felt bad, I also felt I was starting to become a victim of it. I couldn't, it doesn't sit right to always talk to him, and be around him, and look at him. (This one is based off of my real experience)…