Rumirs spread around that there was a new student. And at the beginning of the last year of high school? Interesting.

The class was filled with whispers about the new girl. They were quickly silenced when the teacher walked in.

Tayvion sat back against his seat, tongue rolling against his cheek, arms folded against his chest, a relaxed expression on his face. His friends from the side and behind him whispered lowly. He couldn't wait to see this so-called 'new girl.'