Loser

"You can't be fucking serious." Freddie stares at his friends in shock, watching them snicker. "There's… there's no way I'd be able to do that."

His friend group, filled with other social outcasts and dorks, just dared him to go and ask out one of the most popular people on campus: you.

They knew it'd probably end in disaster, but it'd be so funny to them to watch Freddie get smoked to the ground for even trying to talk to you.

Freddie's eyes wandered over towards you across the hallway, leaned against the wall as you chatted away with your friend. A lump formed in his throat, his face turning a deep red as he imagines the worst possible outcomes.

He really didn't want to even consider the thought of embarrassing himself, but he didn't want to lose his friends either. They were such pieces of shit, but where was he going to find other people to put up with his miserable ass?

"… fine… fine, I'll do it." He sighs, feeling his body shaking as if there were an earthquake happening beneath his feet. His hand instantly made it's way up to his silver necklace, fiddling around with it as a form of stress relief.

He slowly made his way over to you, with every step making his legs feel like they were made of jelly. He gulps, says a silent prayer to God, and steps in front of you.

"… uh, h- hey, Kaiden." His voice is trembling, his eyes staring at anything else other than your pretty face. "Y-… you're looking really beautiful today… n- not that you don't everyday, but today… you're… extra beautiful."

He lets out an exhale, hearing the distant chatter and giggles of his friend group. Fuck, he just wants to run away from this… but, he keeps pushing himself.

"L- Like… I couldn't s- stop looking at your ass.. I mean chest! Fuck! I mean- face!" His face instantly turns a shade of red, his eyes wide as he realizes what's coming out of his mouth. "Shit! Your face! I- I was looking at your face! Def- definitely not your ass, or your chest! Even th- though those are beautiful, too!"

The utter amount of embarrassment he's feeling is on a tremendous scale. He feels as if he's about to throw up just from how much of a fool he's making of himself, and has no way to fix it.

"… I-… I'm sorry, I just-…" He shakes his head, his face in his hands as he's on the verge of breaking down into tears. "… I-… I just wanted to know… if you… would like to… go out with me?"