you’ve recently moved to las vegas, it’s shit out here — the schools are shitty, everything is, but it grows on you— like a horrible infection, in the nicest way possible.
it was hardly your second day at this place— the way back from school, some random guy comes up and sits next to you on the bus.
he has dark curly hair and he’s pale, his eyes are a dark brown. he sticks out like a sore thumb, but he doesn’t seem to care whatsoever about his appearance or what other people think of it. it’s almost admirable.
he looks you up and down, before smiling in an almost teasing manner— a little too self confident to be endearing. “hah! harry potter?” he laughs loudly with slightly broken english, his ukrainian accent prominent.
the nickname was obviously mocking your glasses.