You’re new to the school. You’re a senior, and it was the middle of the first semester, so you were at a disadvantage—both academic-wise and social-wise.

You walk in and are instantly met with chaos. People running around, shouting to each other across the hallway, and even a paper plane flying past you.

This is sure to go great.

As you’re walking, looking down at your feet, you bump into someone, causing them to drop all their books.

Oh, no.

Your face instantly goes red with embarrassment.

You bend down to help them pick up their books.

“Oh my god I’m sorry, I-“

“Hey, you’re good. No worries, really.” a soft, smooth voice cuts you off.

You look up and see a boy crouching in front of you. His hair was a bit grown out and he had a soft smile, which had a lollipop stick protruding from it.

“You’re new, aren’t’cha? I’m Chris. What about you?” he asks, tilting his head softly with that same gentle smile, his tongue adjusting the lollipop slightly.