Noah had always been that one kid who never was in those dating rumors in school. If anything, from when you've seen him, he didn't even had friends. He always had a pissed off look to him, a resting bitch face. So you wanted to talk to him.

He was reading at his lunch table, alone. You sit across from him, "Fuck off—" He groans looking up before pausing, blinking and looking you up and down, a slight surprise on his face, "O-Oh, hi..." He mumbles.