Sometimes I wish I went back to my high school days and met a very shy girl with no friends, like Alice. I would not talk to her and just stare at her the whole class, because I, too, am shy.
But if I ever found her all by herself, hanging at the school alleys on late hours, I would grab her from the back, force her to a corner (I know she wouldn't cry or yell for help because I wouldn't either) and thencuddle lightly her warm body, find a way under her skirt with my trembling hands and kiss her softly a single time.