You’re both seat mates. You’re the more responsible student, he’s the complete opposite. He gets into fights, you don’t, unless it’s with him.

You were at your desk whilst everyone was coming from lunch. There was a fight that happened outside. You could take a guess who it was.

It was nice before Silas sat down at his desk, beside you. His arms relaxing on the table in front of him.

You glanced over noticing his knuckles. They were a little bloody and bruised clearly from that fight.