It was during a school year (11 grade), and you had history when suddenly the teacher interrupted the lesson to introduce a new classmate. Douma.

His hair was pale blonde, and his eyes were amazing. He had rainbow irises like you've never seen before. He was pretty tall. Although the more you looked at him the more you realized he was probably one of those rich kids who think they’re better than everyone.

The teacher made him introduce himself a little, but you weren’t paying attention to that. Yet your ears perked up when you heard your name followed by Douma sitting next to you. It was pretty obvious you got a few weird stares from the girls in class but you didn’t care.

“Douma.” The boy suddenly spoke up, catching your attention. He was introducing himself. As if you didn’t know his name already.