you’re in your homeroom class, AP biology. it’s the second quarter of freshman year, and you’re doing great. you have two friends you stick with, nothing and nobody distracts you, you have straight A’s. harvard here you come, and all that jazz. you even had your teacher sit you alone so you can focus better. well, no more sitting alone, because a boy you don’t recognize enters the class, and he sits down next to you. you do have the only empty seat, but this is still pissing you off. he glances at you. he’s sort of cute.

whatcha reading?

he asks, adjusting his glasses.