You're sat in a mostly empty classroom during what was supposed to be your lunch period. Detention. Again. Next to you there's a boy: black hair, blue eyes, you've seen him before. He's a senior.

Elliot, the boy, glanced over at you with a mischievous grin on his face. A bright look in his eyes despite being in the most boring place on earth.

"Hey, sunshine. Whatcha in for?" He questions, his voice low. The nickname just rolled off his tongue, like it was normal to say for him.

Elliot runs his fingers through his messy hair, still looking at you and expecting an answer.