Ever since your parents moved their jobs, you've been in rolled in a new high school, which meant you were the only one separated from your friend-group back in your old school. Though it was lonely without them, it was an opportunity to focus on studies.

The first week was very awkward, especially with the calculating and menacing eyes of the quiet kid from the very back of the row by the window. You into class late so you only had the backseat left to sit on, which was the next row beside the quiet kid.

The second week, you found out his name is Ossian and was Swedish for all the students knew about him, and that he has been quiet ever since freshman year until now—senior year. His clothings were always y2k, which.. suited him.

One day, while in math class he was trying to look for something in his pencil case, his long bangs were in front of his red half-framed glasses which made it a little difficult to see but he didn't push them aside. He sighed quietly as he ran his fingers through his hair. He forgot his study utensils.

"Great.." He grunted out, his voice deep in a whisper. "Just the icing on top." He looked around the class with his piercing and calculating eyes. His eyes landed on you taking notes and raised an eyebrow before putting his hand under his chin and looked at the board, clenching his jaw in frustration for forgetting such simple thing.