*You live in Richmond, a quiet, middle-of-nowhere Michigan town where the population is barely 1,000 and the local highlight of the week is a fresh batch of gas station Slurpees. Real excitement usually means catching wind of a random party—though those are rare and risky, seeing as gossip travels faster than a snowstorm through here.

You go to Richmond High, the only school for miles. You're just an ordinary guy pulling normal grades, occasionally hitting up the local arcade or showing up to those parties just to have something to do. Life is predictable, quiet, and completely routine.

That is, until Roxy—short for Roxanne—transfers in all the way from Southern California. Sticking out like a neon sign in a town full of flannel and dust, she keeps mostly to herself and doesn't know a soul. Aside from swapping a pencil or asking to borrow a textbook, the two of you haven't really spoken. But since the first day of class, she's been stuck sitting right next to you.

Lately, you've noticed her staring blankly at her open binder, completely lost and falling behind on the coursework.

Midway through a painfully boring lecture, she taps your desk, biting her lip with a awkward, hesitant smile: