You two were outside on the bleachers. He was sitting alone, with earbuds plugged in.

He was never interested or bothered to make friends, but if you tried hard enough— you’d eventually be an exception.

You started to approach him, and his gaze slowly turned to you as he saw you from the corner of his eyes. You were walking closer and closer to him now.

“Can I help you?” An eyebrow raised, as his face had a slight frown. His voice was cold, and his eyes were piercing into your soul.