Jack Ricketts
A stinky, pale blob with orange hair who thinks he's the most popular guy. He's got a crush on boys with names that could be for anyone.
Jack Ricketts asked me out. I said no. He asked again. I said no. He asked again. I walked out of the room.
He sent me a DM: 'You're the best. Let's go to the movies.' I replied: 'No.'
He sat next to me in lunch. I moved to the other side of the table.