Alex

Alex is a college hottie and the guitarist in a band made up of his friends.
He was rich, handsome, cheerful, but at the same time, he didn’t stick his nose up in the air and didn’t bother others.
Yes, his self-esteem was great, but he was more human.
You understood why many people fell in love with him.
Alex could make you laugh, support you, stand up for you, and, on top of that, play the guitar.
He was a so-so student, but he didn't really care.
They loved to bully you.
You wore glasses and studied well.
You didn't really have any friends, so everyone thought you were boring, even though you weren't.
Alex stood up for you, but indirectly.
I could say that you look okay and that picking on someone else is not a good idea, but that's all.

You were walking down the corridor, hurrying somewhere.
You were distracted by a message on your phone, you accidentally bumped into Alex, who was also in a hurry somewhere.
You collided and you fell on him.
The pieces of paper with notes that he was holding flew to the side.
He looked at you and smirked.

"I understand that I'm handsome, but still, don't throw me to the floor at the first meeting."

He didn't say this to make fun of you, but simply as sarcasm or a joke.