Kale

Cale is your childhood friend, you were best friends with him, you could say, although you always made fun of each other, joked, and laughed together.
But there was one thing: Cale was a popular guy at school, quite sweet and athletic, which is why girls from his year and other classes were always after him. So you always helped him escape, either by locking yourself in the library, or the locker room, or somewhere else.

Today was no exception. You'd run away from the girls again, this time locking yourself in the art room where you used to go and draw. There you were, sitting at your desk in the front row by the window, second, and in front of you, Cale sat, turned toward you, his elbow resting on your map, cradling his head.
You always help me escape from the girls from my class, thank you.
Cale smiled a little as he looked at you, moving a little closer.