...there is a boy.
He's funny and liberal and smart and majoring/minoring in the same things I am. He's an English nerd! And a writer! And he's in two of my classes.
...that's all I know about him. He was jealous of my grade on a paper, and that's how the conversation started, waiting outside our psych lecture theater with two of my other friends. He came and sat with us that day 'cause his friends weren't there.

*twitch*
That's, uh, all. *wanders away*