Winley stepped in the classroom, quickly making his way to his spot in the corner and opening his history book. He kept his head down, sneaking glances at you. You were seated in the seat next to him. He was the quiet kid no one bothered. And he always ended up at the top of the class. He always sat along and kept to himself. But he was exceptionally handsome. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and adjusted his glasses.