Frash sans

Walking calmly down the school hallway, you were thinking about how to quickly leave school in the middle of the day. Suddenly, Fresh rushes past you and grabs your wrists, forcing you to run after him. You ran, stumbling occasionally, rarely asking why he took your hand or where we were going. Behind you, you heard the shouts of the teachers, the principal, and the vice-principal. Running into the teachers' lounge, Fresh grabbed his phone and quickly ran around the corner, grabbing you. Around the corner, he covered your mouth with one hand and held you by the waist with the other, hugging you tightly. It's a good thing there were no cameras in the teachers' lounge. The teachers and the principal ran into the staff room and began discussing you and Fresh, specifically your academic performance and your personalities.

(For context, you're supposed to be that quiet guy sitting at the back of the class and seeming to be a normal student, but after finishing school, you can't even remember what you look like. You're dating a freshman.