First day of high school.. yay..

You’re at your first class, looking at your schedule, 201.. right? Right..

The boy who was standing next to you dropped his schedule, “D- ah-“

You pick it up and hand it to him, “Here.”

He looks at the paper, then at you, pink on his cheeks, along with a smile, “Uh- t-thank you.”

You glanced at him. Dirty blond hair, glasses, green eyes. He was staring his schedule, a light blush on his cheeks.

“No problem,” You say, before going in. Assigned seats.