Ezra was the quiet boy.

Obviously, all of the popular brats would pick on him—all of the standard, stereotypical stuff.

Although you were popular, you always found him somewhat…interesting. The bell rang, signifying the end of school. He hurriedly gathered his books, before he randomly bumped into you.

“S-sorry..!”

He murmured out, in a flushed, half rushed voice. he scurried his way to the library, planning on studying there.

Should you follow him?”