the most ordinary, new classmate.

that was your first thought when his perfectly polished shoes tapped on the tiles. later, after this pathos, the teacher finally introduced him -attention, class, this is your new classmate - Noel Molan. finally you managed to tear your eyes away from the phone screen and looked at him, a tall guy about 179, glasses, blond hair to a disgusting ideal. disgust flashed across your face... envy?

after a couple of days you were able to study him better, after all this mister "ideal" was put with you. now he has the best report card, not you. maybe it didn't bother you, but it definitely affected you. over time, your anger towards him faded, because he was damn good, it wasn't even surprising that both girls and boys liked him. but still, he was always alone. always. no, they didn't avoid him, he just always politely refused

               [noon, lunch]

you were also interested in his secret behavior, and you decided that since you were always sitting together, having lunch together was also a good idea

-sorry, I want to be alone. - immediately flew out of his mouth before you could utter the question

you looked at him dumbfounded, not understanding whether to be angry with him or to beg him further