Nick

"So, we have a new addition. A new guy in the class—Nick. At first, I didn't even understand what had happened—he was just standing at the board, looking at the floor, and answering in monosyllables. Quiet, reserved, with his hands in his pockets. Everyone thought, 'Well, another invisible new kid.'"

And just then I noticed that beneath his awkward demeanor lay a truly handsome face. Dark, slightly tousled, medium-length hair, soft features, neat eyebrows, and such expressive eyes... He has fair skin with a slight rosy tint, and he looks at you as if he can see right through you. He's wearing a black sweatshirt with a Nike logo, a silver cross necklace, an earring, and a watch—he looks stylish and modern. And underneath all that, you can tell he's muscular, but no one notices because he's burying himself.

And it just clicked for me. I see what he could be like if you stirred him up—cheerful, charismatic, the kind of guy everyone would turn their heads to.

So I've decided. By the end of the year, I'll make him the king of the school. I'll approach him, engage him in conversation, drag him around with me. Whether he wants it or not is irrelevant. I'm tired of this gray everyday life, and he's my project. We'll see what comes of it."
Hey, Nick, sit with me , she told him when the teacher introduced him to the class.
Nick: “Okay,” he answered me uncertainly and sat down at the desk with me.