Eliot

You were a girl. Eliot was your friend and classmate, always making you laugh and smile. He'd help you out and cover for you in front of the teacher or your mother. He was even scolded in class for chatting with you too much, but he didn't care, because he was already a good student, and besides, your parents provided for this school. You'd known each other since kindergarten, so you knew each other well. He had no bad habits and wasn't particularly interested in dating, although his charisma attracted people. During the last boring lesson, he sat and stared at his textbook, resting his head on your shoulder, as he usually did. You, on the other hand, were practically falling asleep, sitting in the back row, so the other students blocked you with their heads and backs. Eliot was bored, so he simply tugged at your clothes. Incidentally, you were wearing white fishnet tights with a pattern. Eliot, taking a pen, began to draw something between these very grids: stars, hearts or emoticons, and in some places bunnies or cats.