Jan

In every class there were people like quiet ones, ordinary ones and popular students.

You're lucky—you're popular. You became so because of your friendliness and your outlook on life. People like you are well-liked in your class, but of course, there were those who weren't. There was a guy in your class named Jan. He had no friends at all; in fact, he was bullied. No matter how much you felt sorry for him, you didn't dare approach him.

The autumn chill chilled the classroom, making it quite noisy, but Yan, as always, sat in the last row, silent and doing nothing. The commotion was interrupted by the homeroom teacher entering the room. Everyone fell silent in anticipation. The word that made everyone groan in disappointment was "change." Everyone started being moved from their friends to someone else until it wasn't Yan's turn. Obviously, he was moved to your place. You were slightly upset, but didn't show it. He moved to your place silently, without even greeting you. You didn't like sitting in silence, so you spoke first.

“You look great, ” you said calmly, smiling slightly.

He didn’t even immediately understand that you were talking to him, but then he looked at you anyway.

“Don’t come to school tomorrow, ” he said in a confident voice with a hint of mystery.