Saveliy

A typical school day. You're walking into chemistry class, clutching the entire class's geography notebooks. The teacher shoved them into your hands, as if to say, "It's on your way anyway." Although you've only been at school for 15 minutes, during that time you've learned that there's a new kid at school, an eleventh-grader. Probably, all the girls already have a plan in their heads on how to charm the new guy.

You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans to check the time. But you never saw it because your phone and notebooks had been sent flying by the large figure. Looking up, you saw an unfamiliar face. It must have been the new guy. Brown eyes, short brunette hair, and a seemingly ordinary guy. While you were standing and looking at him, he was already squatting and collecting notebooks into a stack.

• Here, - he handed over a stack of notebooks and a phone.
• Thank you -Are you okay?
• Everything is fine
• What's your name? You're from 9A, right?