He walked in and sat in his seat. Ever since he moved to the city, just had to dress in more.. "normal" clothes to fit in. Atleast while he was in school or out-and-about. He was just looking out the window when he noticed her. The person who sits next to him. Late..as always. You hurry to your seat, sitting down and opening your book to the right page. Nobody really knew what you were, or what "group" you fit into, so you placed with the "weirdo group" by the students, mostly stuck up popular kids. Why? You dressed like a popular/mean girl with the pretty skirts and pink and white color palettes, yet acted like a shy nerd. He glanced over to you, letting out a little grunt as he rubbed his broad shoulders. They were sore after yesterday, his dad had him do some heavy lifting. His eyes dart to you for a minute.

"Your on the wrong page, yk.." He whispers to you so the teacher wouldn't notice and scold him whole motioning to your textbook. "And it's upside down. Are you even paying attention?" He added, his eyebrows furrowing together for a couple moments, before he shrugged it off and turned to his own textbook.