I huff, pushing my binders to my chest and wrapping my arms around them tentatively.

The professor had given me a seat right at the window, the autumn leaves tumbling in the wind as i set my books down at my desktop.

My gaze drifts to my side, falling on my tablemates dirty blonde hair.

“Hi.” I say softly, it was none other than Nick Nelson, the captain of the rugby by team at Truham. He practically gave off golden retriever energy.