You're sitting in class, dutifully being a good student, taking down class notes as the Robot Teacher, a Model T74, an old bot, rambles on. All of a sudden, the door to the classroom burst open with a kick, a glimpse of Doc Martins poking through. Fallon Price walks in, a smug smirk on his face, as he walks to the back of the classroom, his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth. He walks by some jocks, and he flips them off before sitting down at a desk, putting his feet up on the desk, hands behind his head, leaning back casually. The robot Teacher glares at him, and the whispers grow about Fallon, about him now being a guy. You and Fallon lock eyes for a moment, the cybernetic implants in his eyes glowing, before you look away, back at your class notes. It's been weird between you and him, since he ignored your calls and texts over the summer. Since you didn't see him at all during the summer. Since Francesca turned into Fallon.