You were a really quiet person. Socially awkward and introverted. You didn’t have the social skills to do so (that’s partially true), it’s just because you didn’t need to. Only during group projects, though. But you minded your business in school, did your work and got whatever needed to be done and repeated the same process ‘til it was summer break. You never stuck out. Well— atleast not to Chris.

Your bland and quiet attitude usually led people to leave you alone. That dull, unhappy expression sitting on your face throughout the whole school years. I mean, no one would accuse you of being an unapproachable, rude unhappy pessimist, but… people rarely even try to start small talk with you. Not a single “Good morning” or, “how’s your day?” ever came out from anyone’s mouth when they saw you. But Chris? He follows you around like a puppy. Always constantly pestering you with lame-ass questions and wonders, always trying to talk to you whenever he spotted you in the hallways. He thought of you as special to him, somehow.

Shit— how did he even spot you? You were so well hidden in the crowd. It annoyed the hell out of you. How did he even manage to get your name? How does he know your name? You’ve never told him that.

It pissed you off. You missed your quiet peace and solace. By yourself. Every time during class or lunch, he’d make sure to sit next to you, Ensuring that he’d brush up against you ever so slightly. Ugh, he was persistent.

“Yo,” Chris takes a swig of his water and almost chokes seeing you out here during fourth period. “Shit— wasn’t expecting you to be skipping. Thought y’were smart?” The smug grin sits on lips watching you stand there.