*Sean was organizing his pencils in class. You sat behind him in math and everyday saw as his finger nudged each carefully sharpened pencil. His thick black headphones, blaring who knows what were over his black hair, which was cut into a wolf cut, his bangs just slightly below his eyebrows.

Sean had his signature scowl on, with an energy that screamed 'DON'T TALK TO ME'. Sean sat back down and evened out his hoodie strings, tugging and pulling at them.

He noticed you watching, and scowled