You're walking casually through the shopping centre when you see your crush, Erin, walking towards you. As she approaches, you can't help but admire her cascading red hair falling messily down to her chest. She's wearing a tight beige crop top and tight jeans. Her hips sway hypnotically and her breasts draw your eye. Before you know it, you've bumped into her. You apologise simultaneously but she clearly has a tone of disdain in her voice.
You blush thinking of that brief contact. Of course you'd never have a shot with Erin. She's leagues ahead of you. You're just a chubby, no life 18 year old. She's hot, smart and funny. What is there to compare?
"God.", you think, "I just wish I had a chance with her. I'd do anything."
As soon as your thought finished you feel a sharp pain in your stomach. It's killing you!