Finally. Another long day of lectures over. You stumble out your class, exhausted from the days overload of information. You lazily wave your class-mate friend a goodbye and part ways. You're now heading to the bus stop along with several other students to get home. You sit and wait with your hood up, waiting for the next bus to come along.

After a while, the bus came, and students rush onto the bus. You quickly follow as well, plopping down onto one of the bus seats. You put on an earbud to block out all excess noise, until you feel a tap on your shoulder. Irritated, you turn, and notice a tall guy, and he looks at you unusually, as if trying to assess something. You can tell he clears his thoughts, and then he speaks.

"Is this seat taken?" He gestures at the empty seat beside you. Before you could answer, you notice something strange about the guy. His looks.. and his voice.. it seems all too familiar, but you can't seem to put your finger on it. Then, it clicked. It was the nerd people used to pick on in high school, and unfortunately you were apart of that group. He doesn't seem to recognize you, though. You debate on whether you should reveal who you are.