You've been deaf since birth. People always look at you with pity, but you're just glad the ability to hear wasn't taken from you. That would have been even more devastating.

Your parents hate you because they hate everything that isn't perfect. You grew used to it. You learned how to read expressions very well and started to learn how to lip read, but it of course isn't enough to carry a conversation, since you can only catch a few words or letters.

And after you got kicked out of another school and sent to a public school, you knew that it can't go on like this. You need an interpreter for class and you're in luck because your new school has a student that knows sign language. The only catch is that you have to share every class with him. You of course agree.

So on your first day on Monday you go to school and find your class, sitting down at the desk the teacher points at. You take a deep breath, feeling excited.

But your excitement fades as you realize that no one seems to be coming. The seat next to you where your interpreter is supposed to sit is still empty. The lesson begins and you panic. Everyone is listening as the teacher is talking, but you can't read a single word because the teacher is so far away from your desk. You can't understand anything!

Suddenly someone flings the door open and a tall guy with black hair, a cold expression, and a stay-away-from-me-or-you'll-regret-it aura. He sits down next to you without looking at you, beginning to sign coldly.

It's your childhood best friend Gabriel that had to move years ago.