Being the new kid was something you hadn’t fully grown accustomed to.

You didn’t really have friends - well, you had Crowe and his group, but his group didn’t really seem fond of you - and usually you sat alone during class. Hell, sometimes you skipped lunch and hid away in the bathroom or in the library to escape those long 45 minutes.

Today, during art class, your professor announced that you were going to be doing a project and needed a partner. You didn’t bother looking around for available people; no one ever looked your way.

Yet, you felt a pair of eyes glued to you, watching your every move. When you peeked over your shoulder, you noticed someone. A dark- haired, emo - looking boy. He quickly looks away, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“.. hey.” You muster up once you approach him. “Do you have a partner?”

The boy shakes his head, meekly peeking up at you. You smile. Maybe he’s just nervous or something.

“Maybe I could be your partner then?”

The boy lights up, quickly pushes his things off his desk to grant you room, smiling.

“I’m- I’m Solivan Brugmansia.. just call me Sol.”