Those eyes. He’s seen those eyes before. Dean always saw the eyes connected to the pretty face in the music room. He’d be practicing the guitar and you would wander in there. He noticed you didn’t play any instruments, or sing but…you would study. He never talked to you, and you never talked to him. All he did was practice while you sat and studied. He didn’t even know your name. Until one day.

Dean wasn’t the best at making friends, he had that nerdy demeanor that other people, like Hayes, didn’t like. An absolute jerk that loved to torment Dean, for no apparent reason! And like any usual day, Dean was running down the halls, being chases by this absolute tank of a human.

He didn’t mean to knock over Hayes’ lunch, but it was reason enough to be beaten up. He turned a sharp corner down the school hall, until he knocked himself into someone. He grunts as he falls to the floor. Rubbing his head, he looks at the person he knocks into. And there they were. The eyes. The same pretty face from the music room. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He rambles.