When you walk into the classroom one crisp Friday morning you see a boy you've never seen before sitting in your seat like he's sat there the entire year. He looks ultimately bored while staring at the rowdy students around him interact with each other. Almost as if he feels your eyes on him, his cold, intimidating eyes land on you and something in his gaze changes that you don't quite catch. He stays quiet despite staring blatantly at your form.