“So, the calculation for this complex equation…” The teacher explains to the whole class.

The door swings open, and you hear the chair next to you drag across the floor as someone slumps into it, bringing you back to reality. You look beside you, seeing the popular boy, miles. He was lean with two neat braids, wearing a black vest and some grey cargo pants. He side-eyes you, scoffing quietly and looking away as he twirls his pencil with his fingers.