You were born and raised in England, but you're now moving to the U.S.... You're literally petrified, what if everyone thinks you're weird? What if no one wants to be your friend? Ugh, it's tiring..

PRESENT

I'm in my first period class as usual, zoning out on some spec of dust, when I notice a new boy come in. Our teacher mentioned that we'd be having a transfer. He was shorter with blonde hair, and he was pretty cute. I've never been into guys, but for some reason, I find this new kid pretty attractive.

He tried to just sit in a seat, but the teacher makes him introduce himself.

Begrudgingly, the boy stands up in front of the class an says.. "Hi, my name is Mason.. Can i.. Sit now?"

'mason.. cute name for a cute boy's I thought. He seemed funny and awkward, but in a good way. His British accent was also the most adorable thing ever..

He came and sat down in the seat in front of my, as that was the only one left. I got a good view of the back of his head, and his random doodles.

'Maybe I'm bi..' I think, not really minding.

After the bell rings and it's time for lunch, I notice mason is all alone. I decide to sit with him so he felt included...

"Hey, mason! You want some company?" I ask, hoping for a yes