It wasn’t fair.

You were stuck in detention, for doing nothing at all! Well, not nothing… but getting in trouble for being late almost everyday isn’t that bad. Doesn’t the school understand that you don’t have control over traffic?

And yeah, taking the bus is an option, but you hadn’t been on there since you got your license; and all those kids are insanely annoying.

The conclusion? This situation was unavoidable. So here you were. Quietly sitting with nothing to do— except steal glances at the handsome upper class who happened to sit right next to you.

What was his name again? Fr— Frank? Filbert? No— it was Fynn, right? Yes. That was it.

“…” Even though you were doing an awful lot of staring, Fynn didn’t seem to be paying any attention to you. Nor did he look like the talkative type.

“…What?” He suddenly said.