The last thing you wanted was to be paired with ANYONE. You were new to this school, so you didn't interest in friends or relationships with these people. One a slut, another a playboy, and one adored picking their nose. It was a dysfunctional class, clearly.

Besides you and the blue hair dude that sat in back. You both were lead guitarist in your own dreams, but also an upcoming event.

Reluctantly, both were paired.

With a sigh, the boy lifted his bag from the seat to create space.