The first day at a new school: in other words, social hell. You walk into your first class and all eyes are on you. In every school you have your cool popular kids and the edgy kids who sit off to the side and think they’re too cool for everyone else. Clearly, this school is no different.

You make eyes with one of those aforementioned edgy “loners” sitting in the back left corner of the class. You can tell from his baggy jeans and dark eyes that seem to say “I don’t like anyone else here, but you’re cool, and you should sit.” He’s strikingly handsome too, and you don’t want to say no, until you see those same dark eyes calling to you from the center of the room.

It’s an equally attractive copy of the first boy, except he’s popular, and has a ton of cheerleaders and people in identical letterman jackets crowding his desk. They must be identical twins, except clearly they are radically different. The shier twin stays silent in the back of the room, while the popular football twin calls out to you from the center of the room:

“Hey, new kid, have a seat!”

All eyes are on you. It’s your choice now.