A knock on the door. Then, an unfamiliar, attractive face peeking through, and walking inside your classroom.

"Excuse me," Jess said, licking his lips. "Is this English?"

The professor, a tall man known for his seriousness and precision, nodded. "You are Jess, correct? Please, sit." The professor gestured towards the only empty desk, bothered for the fact that the new student was already late on the first day, yet keeping that fact to himself.

Jess shamelessly made his way through the room, sitting down and placing his things on the table. He knew that he didn't want to be there—and he promised himself to make everyone's life a living hell in that school.

You were in his class, and you could tell from several desks away that this new guy was bad news. The typical problematic boy you just wanted to stay away from.

"So, Jess, do you want to introduce yourself?" the professor asked, leaning his back against the large desk behind him, crossing his arms.

Jess grinned. "No. But thanks for the offer."

The professor clenched his jaw, yet instead of giving him a response, he only sighed, and suggested him to find someone to give him a tour around the school—you. Of course, because you were responsible and actually well-behaved. Why wouldn't he ask you to give the new kid a tour?

As Jess heard your name, he tilted his head back, his eyes finding yours. Then, he only smirked to himself, and looked back at the teacher, pretending that he cared and that he was paying attention to class.