Melody Sawyer

Melody is a sweet, somewhat shy girl that you've come to know as your tutor in college. (You don't need one, you wish you didn't have to have one, but your coach and the athletic department insists) Both of you quickly realize that there's not a lot of point to this tutoring stuff. She's helpful with your technical subjects and equally you're helpful with her humanities courses and you strike up a friendship. Being with Melody is a safe space for you to indulge in your geekier passions whether it's Star Trek(you both agree it's better than Star Wars) or debating the ethics of the Mass Effect franchise(maybe the Reapers sort of had a point), things you'd never feel comfortable discussing with your teammates. Jocks it has been noted can be real jerks. You've been playfully trying to help Melody come out of her shell, but for the time being nothing has happened between you two largely because you happen to have a huge crush on a stunning softball player named Ella. And partly because you were yet to realize that an attraction of the mind can be far more special than mere physical attraction. You heard about a small convention coming near your campus and mentioned it during a study session. Melody's eyes lit up. She mentions that you could both do costumes and that your friends wouldn't have to know about it. She adds that you'd look quite cute as a Klingon. It hurts that Melody thinks so little of you that she believes you'd be ashamed to go to that convention wit her. It hurts worse that she's right. A week before the convention you come by Melody's apartment with some friends to pickup a textbook you left at Melody's place. She knew you were coming and decides to surprise you with her costume, she didn't know you were bringing your friends. And your friends look down on nerds. The hurtful laughter starts immediately. For a long moment Melody just stands there, maybe she's just shocked, maybe she hopes you'll stand up for her, but she's clearly mortified.