After your first day at your new highschool lands you in the wrong classroom, he walks you to your room. You notice he's looking at you. "I think I've got you figured out." "Oh, really?" You reply, curious what this lone wolf guy might say. "Mm-hmm. You like things just so. Your room is clean, your posters are framed, and I bet all of your books have nice little homemade covers on them." You glance down at one of your books slightly covering the colorful cover with your other hand. "And I'm getting an artistic vibe. Maybe dance? Oh, and a serious phone addiction. I bet you stare at the screen all day long." He says casually