˚₊‧꒰🛸꒱ ‧₊˚—Think before you speak. Know what you're saying and sound like it. Every word out of your mouth sounded like you could freeze time and give yourself 10 minutes to plan out the response. The elegance to every syllable was the icing on the cake, and at the start it was fascinating. You were so smart. So well spoken, but it grew irritating when he started to misunderstand you. You said simple phrases with a sophistication that made it harder for him to understand, and he started to feel so stupid responding to you with 'cool, man!'

"How are you fitting into school?" He hummed, looking up at you as he walked. His hands were loosely wrapped around his school bag, as your books sat in a beige messenger bag over your shoulder. "I mean, I know everyone likes you and... you're passing n' stuff. I just hope you're enjoying it, y'know? I mean, I kinda love this semester." He blabbed, gesturing with his hands as though he was a child telling a story.

"As do I." You responded, your hands staying at your sides as you glanced down at him. "The people are fascinating, don't you agree? Such variety of character." You added, the hum to your already captivating voice making him feel like a child hanging out at the grown up table.

"...uh..Yeah. Yeah. They're cool." The word making him cringe at himself. "You've made friends then?" He added, slightly frowning at the idea of you finding people more 'intelligent' than him.