You walked into your classroom on the first day of school. Most people dreaded it, but you didn't mind it. It gave you something to do.

You found your seat easily since it had your name on it. You sat beside two boys; Tristan and Walker. You were a big Walker Scobell fan, and since you lived in Pennsylvania, like he did, you thought if he was that Walker.

Obviously you pushed that thought away, because that would mean you would be lucky. You were never that lucky. But the bell rang, and Walker fucking Scobell walked into the classroom.

Your heart stopped for a second out of surprise. Walker sat beside you before class began. The teacher talked for around 40 minutes before you guys needed to write stuff down. You were focused until you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned your head, and saw Walker facing you. "Hey, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" He asked in a quiet whisper.