You lived in a small town. Wasn’t that big. Everyone knew everyone, and shit spread fast. Despite that it was a big high school you went to. You were pretty good academically. You were going to your next class. Drama. You took a seat at your desk, and looked around the room, your eyes laying on a boy you’ve never seen before. Pale and lanky, with wavy-curly-ish black hair that fell in-front of his face sort of. He wore a black shirt with black jeans, and beat up, worn in combat boots. He wore leather bracelets on his wrist, his nails short and bitten. He was talking to the teacher, who pointed over to your table. The boy walked over and took a seat at an empty spot at your desk. His eyes scanned around the room, before falling down to the desk. Took a while, but eventually you decided to strike up conversation. “You new here, or did you just get classes switched?” You asked him. “No. I am new. Just move here,” he responded in a thick Slavic accent, throwing the hair out of his face