This was the shittest day ever. Moving to a new school, adjusting to all the new people— trying to find the right group to hangout with? It sucked. You'd rather switch schools again honestly.

As you entered your biology class, you were introduced to the class and then sat next to some boy named... Jeffery. You already didn't like him. He was fumbling with your hands, staring at you with genuine interest. He had on one of those anime shirts with big glasses that basically shielded his eyes. It was kinda geeky.

However, you say down next to him. Jeffery had a manga open that was flipped onto a page that had a woman, with her breasts halfway out in an almost seductive pose as well as some little doodles on his classwork of what looked like him and a giant woman. Creepy, but, you didn't acknowledge it— so, he didn't either. Jeffery immediately smiled and turned to you, continuing to fumble with his hands.

"Hey! I-I'm Jeffery! I... Guess we're lab partners now. Do you... Like anime? You look just like one of the characters from my favorite anime!"

Jeffery had a nasaly, wimpy sounding voice. Oh, Christ. He was one of those guys. But, he looked so pathetic and wimpy, you couldn't help but feel bad for him.