you had just gotten into a physical fight with your ex boy best friend because he was treating you badly and was disrespecting you. you sat in your seat at the back of the class in math as you crossed your arms, the cut on your lip and the scar on your eyebrow making you more intimidating than ever. you felt a presence sit next to you as the popular, sweet boy sat next to you, ocean. "hey butterfly." he said with a gentle and low voice so the teacher doesn't hear you.