I like to think of myself as a good looking guy, you know, not too muscular, but definitely not fragile or anything. XXX To say I was jealous of his popularity in my school was a bit of an understatement. Mack slowly eased from under the covers of his bed, as if unsure whether or not to lie down next to me. I know this sounds a little cliche on my part, but here it goes. Returning to his bed, he slid under the covers. But then I thought aloud, “What about your girlfriend? I don’t know if everyone else felt the same way, but every time we made eye contact, my troubles seemed to melt away, being replaced by pure happiness.
