After a long day, all you wanted to do was relax at home. No more classes, no more insanely attractive Homer-obsessed boys, no more Henry Winter.

It was only when you glanced in the mirror that you realised how wrong you were.

You turned around, startled at the sight of your enigmatic classmate Henry Winter hiding behind your fan. He was much taller than the fan, his entire head sticking up from it. His expression was emotionless like always but his eyes harboured a hint of surprise.

"It's not what it looks like." He tried to explain.