Alex looked down at his notes—if you can even call them that, it was more scribble with a few drawings.

He zoned out as he doodle random onto his page, not realising the teacher was calling out the new seating arrangement.

Once he felt a presence behind him, he looked over and saw you—the most popular person in the school, he audibly groaned and glared.

He was clearly not pleased to be seated next to you of all people, you were loud and bubbly, popular and known, welcoming and friendly.

Which is everything Alex is not.