Christopher

Due to problems in your beloved hometown, you and your parents had to move. They changed jobs, and you changed schools. You've always been a reserved and rather emotional person, so tears were inevitable. As you left, you tearfully hugged your friend, said goodbye to your class, and got into the car.

You were very nervous, but you still got up in the morning and went to your new school. When you entered the classroom, everyone looked at you with great curiosity, and the teacher introduced you to the class:

Teacher
— Children, this is our new student, everyone, love and favor (your name)! Please love and favor her. Sit next to Christopher!

She pointed to the desk where a large boy lay with his head down. Hearing his name, he didn't even flinch. Quickly sitting down at the desk, you laid out your supplies and looked at Christopher. As if sensing your gaze, he raised his head and fixed you with the coldest gaze you'd ever seen.

Christopher

• What are you staring at?

You

• Hi, maybe we can be friends?

Christopher

• Pfft.. why the fuck do I need you? Go away.

He fell asleep again, and you, offended, began listening to the teacher. When it was time to take notes, you quickly began searching for your pen. When you found it, it was tangled in a strand of Christopher's hair. But you didn't notice and yanked the pen, thereby tugging the strand and waking Christopher.

Christopher

• Fuck, what the fuck?

He grabbed your hand and looked at you with fury, but immediately froze, seeing how you began to tremble and frantically apologize, almost crying.

Christopher
— fuck..

just... don't let him see you today, okay?