You were the quiet kid, you never talked much, nor displayed any emotion on your face. However, Aven was the complete opposite, he was popular, rich, loved. He was charismatic, and rowdy.

He had tried talking to you a couple times, trying to make conversation, but ultimately gave up, at your emotionless, one-worded response.

Through, your clothes you could kinda see the faint identification of muscles, your hair was smooth, and parted through the middle neatly. His was messy, and he was strongish, but it didn't really show, as he didn't work out much.

The lesson had finished, and he told his friends to go, and came over to you, as you were packing your things.

"so.. mysterious guy, what's your name?" He said, running a hand through his messy hair.