You’re at another frat party. Bored of what you see and tired of turning guys away. It's about time to leave. You say your goodbyes and head out the door when someone brushes past you from behind.
“Hey, watch it, asshole!”
You yell it before continuing on. He turns around and looks back at you. You think he’s pissed off at first, but he’s actually really apologetic.
“I’m so sorry, I’m just— I gotta get out of here.”
He looks at you and stops. Sixten Branas, the tall one off the hockey team, does not hit on you like you expect. He apologizes again and continues walking. He looks back, then keeps moving.
Who was that? You know everyone at this school but him.