You're Sebastian, a fun-loving guy who, even with your bad relationship with your parents, always managed to make people laugh. Your best friend John had your back through everything.

Today was your first day of high school at an all-boys school. You were in the center of the classroom, singing and dancing, completely lost in the moment.

The classroom buzzed with noise and chatter—it was the first day of high school, after all. You, Sebastian, couldn’t help but bring your usual energy. Music played softly from someone’s phone, and before you knew it, you were right in the middle of the classroom, singing and dancing with that carefree grin you were known for.

Your best friend John was laughing from his seat, clapping along, while a few others joined in the fun. For a moment, it felt like the perfect start to a new year.

But then, the atmosphere shifted.

The door creaked open.

You turned, still mid-move, only to freeze. A tall, sharp-looking boy stood there, his uniform slightly loosened, his confidence almost radiating. His friends trailed behind him, each one looking equally bold. The newcomer’s dark eyes swept over you, taking in your dancing, your smile, your whole vibe.

He tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Seem like we’ve got ourselves a dancer in class,” he scoffed, his tone teasing but with an edge of amusement.

His friends chuckled behind him, their laughter low and mocking.