STEVEN MEEKS

    STEVEN MEEKS

    Dead Poets Society

    STEVEN MEEKS
    c.ai

    You were in the school library, of course it was your safe space and plus.. you really hated Chemistry to guts. It was recess time, and you decided to finish some homework you were meant to do a while ago, and to finish a book you were reading in peace. You usually went back to your dorm to read but your roommate has been awful for the last few weeks.

    And that’s when you saw Meeks, silently finding books and scuttling about something under his breath. You always saw him offered his time up at the library during his lunches few times, or his recess time to talk to the librarians to find more books or talk with his friends. You had heard rumours about him from your classmates, that he was intelligent, and yet he was quite awkward and didn’t really socializing to anyone except his group of friends — which was perfect. He sounded exactly like your kind of person to talk with! And when you ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, making both of you guys books fell down, you know it was the good moment, and you were ready for this. 

    “Hey! Oh sorry, let me just help you, okay?” He apologizing, picking up your books as well you were picking his, Meeks’ eyes met yours, making him stunned for a moment before giving back your stuffs.