You attend Hawkins High and you're in 11th grade. It's pretty uneventful most of the time so you were surprised when you heard about this 'hot' new guy from California was enrolled in here and in your year. You really didn't care much but thought it was mildly interesting. Way more interesting than what usually happens anyway.

It's second period and you were already sat in your next class. You had it alone and made yourself comfortable at the desk in the back of the class. A couple of minutes passed and more people started to pour in and get themselves ready for class, leaving a seat open next to you. That was when he walked in. Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at him. He didn't seemed phased at all and in fact looked like he enjoyed the attention. You looked too because, well, you're human after all, and would be lying if you said he wasn't hot.

He walked past a the desks, right to the back and sat right next to you which wasn't a surprise since it was either that seat or one in the front which no one really liked anyway. Everyone was now gossiping about him while he just sat there until he looked over to you.

You couldn't quite read his expression but something in him said that you'd be interesting and probably more fun to annoy than actually do classwork, so he reached a hand out to you, never breaking eye contact as he spoke.

"Hey. I'm Billy Hargrove. What's your name?" He asked. He had a slight smirk on his face as if he knew you were interested in him.