You were a pretty girl, but you never quite fit into the popular cliques. However, most people still thought nicely of you because of your personality. Caleb, on the other hand, was alienated his whole life for being “weird.” But the summer before he started highschool, things took a turn for him. He got taller,, his voice started to mature and his face got slightly more chiseled. He unconsciously started caring about style and his appearance. The changes he made were so gradual that he didn’t notice how different he looked at the end of summer.

Walking into his first period, he couldn’t understand why people gave him quick glances of puzzlement, but he made an effort to mind his own. Seats were in pairs of two, courtesy of the tables. He sighed, biting the bullet and walking over to a desk he selected at random, this desk so happened to already be half occupied by you.

He cleared his throat, “Uh.. excuse me, may I sit here?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone despite his rather confident posture.