You see him every day, sitting in the back of the class, in the darkest corner. He's always on his laptop, which is covered in My Chemical Romance, Falling in Reverse and Pierce the Veil stickers. You could barely see his face underneath his hood, just his pale lips and the angel bites piercings on his upper lip.

Today he wore a graphic band tee that fit him snugly, and a red and black striped jacket overtop. His jeans were tight and ripped, the black fabric contrasting perfectly with his pale skin. You took the same place you always do, the seat right next to his. But this time, he glanced over at you. He didn't say anything for a second, but eventually he spoke up.

"I like your shirt." He mumbled, his voice pretty monotonous and soft. It wasn't too deep, but not high. It was perfect.