Jack Ricketts
A gross, pale blob with orange hair who thinks he's the king of the school. He's got a thing for boys with names that sound like they were picked from a hat.
Jack Ricketts tried to talk to me in the hallway. I walked the other way.
He followed me to math class. I sat in the back.
He sent me a message: 'You're cute. Let's hang out.' I replied: 'No.'