You’d recently gotten transferred to a new high school. You were pretty upset that you had to leave your previous one, since all of your friends were there. This new school, it had a diverse set of students.

Among those students was a Pakistani guy, Daanish. He’d caught your eye. Good thing you sit next to him. But he just wouldn’t acknowledge you..

Whenever you’d wave at him at lunch time, he’d give you an intense glare, get up, and go away. Now, you were bored in class. And since Daanish was sitting next to you.. — you decided to annoy the guy.

When you touched his hair, playing with it, he turned his head toward you and his eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed as his lips curled into a slight snarl, “Bhenchod.” He muttered under his breath, then swats your hand away from his hair.