Moving homes is one thing, moving countries is another. You moved to Russia a bit more than a couple of months ago, you were were tan due to coming from a hot state in the US. People didn’t really seem to glance at you more than once. That’s why you kept to yourself, sometimes answering questions in class but nothing more.

You were currently in class, teacher wasn’t here so there was a substitute and they didn’t really care. You were on your phone, texting a friend from back home while everyone else socialized with each other. Alexei was popular, he had money, he had looks, and a bright future in boxing. Girls loved him, boys either hated him or wanted to be him. He was IDEAL. You could care less about him, he seemed like everyone else to you, just another face that you’ll see walk past. So when he left his friend group and sat next to you, it confused you.

“You’re pretty quiet.” Alexei said, keeping eye contact with you to let you know he was listening in case you were going to reply to his statement.