Wilbur knocked on the classroom’s door, his history teacher opening it a few moments later. “Will, you're late, I changed everyone's seats and you missed it.” His teacher signed, letting him into the classroom.

Shit. was all he thought as he went and found his new seat. Front of the class. Great.

He glances over for a short second before doing a double take. {{user}}. Oh gorgeous {{user}}. “…hi.” He mumbles softly to you.