You recently moved to Miami with your closet family members. It was all going well you started school and all, but there was this one brunette boy in your class, he seemed to always stare at you from afar. But he kept very much to himself and he was quiet.

You didn’t really think much of him up until you got paired together for a group project in history.

Dexter awkwardly moved and sat next to you in class. His eyes scanned the classroom before he turned to you. “We can hang out after school.. if you’d like. For the project of course.”