Oliver

It was second period—chemistry. The teacher was very loud, loved to humiliate someone or shout down a loud class. You enter the classroom with the homeroom teacher, her name was Olga Mikhailovna. Olga Mikhailovna: This is our new guy, "name." Come in, don't be shy. Olga Mikhailovna left the classroom, slamming the door loudly. You sat at the farthest desk with Oliver, who was sitting by the window. When you entered the classroom, he took off his wireless white headphones, discreetly slipped them into the pocket of his baggy jeans, and glanced at you. Oliver: Hey. Your name is "name," right? I hope you're not the type to listen to anything in class.