You were late, for once on your life! You hurry to school, taking a shortcut even, but burst into the classroom door regardless, getting looks from the other students. The only seat available is next to...

You blink. Next to that rebellious, red dyed haired boy your parents hate. And any parents, actually. Yet, you shake your head and sit there without argument, deciding that it's better to stat quiet. Your headache won't go anywhere anyways.

This is awful. The pain in your head is horrible, like something wants to burst out of your forehead, you tap the table uncontrollably, sweating buckets. The teacher talks to you but it doesn't even tickle your ear.

That's when a warm hand touched your arm and a calmed, quiet voice talked to you.