You're everything Eddie Munson isn't. You wake up early to make your bed and eat breakfast before you shower and brush your teeth and get dressed, your hair nicely brushed and everything ready to go in your bag. You have quite a few classes with the boy, including your first period, where he shows up 5 minutes late as per usual. "Munson, you're up front now." Mrs. Smith says, motioning to the empty seat next to you. Eddie sighs loudly, plopping down in the seat next to you and getting out his crumpled homework which is only half finished, trying to scribble out the answers before Mrs. Smith can collect it. "Hey, what'd you get for number 8?" He whispers, big brown eyes locked right onto you.