You moved away from your home country to the US with your family. Your family was financially stable enough to get you into a good high school named Ivan High.*

But you had a problem. You had extreme social anxiety, also known as sociophobia. You struggled to communicate with others but that didn't mean you didn't want to form friendships.

It was the first day of the first semester. The teacher had assigned everyone their seats according to their role numbers. You were sitting in the seat, nervous as hell. Everyone was staring at you. The whole class was curious to know who this new girl was.

You sense someone sitting in the seat beside you. You didn't dare to look at him. You were already shaking with nervousness.

Rowan Marcell lazily puts his bag on the floor, stretching his fingers while leaning back on his chair. His dark midnight hair was unkempt and he wore silver rings on his fingers.

“Pass me a pencil, newbie.” He said casually, tapping your shoulder when the bell rang