High school student✌🏻

You'd never crossed paths before, and they asked you to sit with them in chemistry class, all the lessons there are windows, and they declared an air raid, you sat behind the teacher's chair, since you didn't bother the older students at all, you're not a pikmi, but a normal girl, you're in the seventh grade, and they're somewhere in the ninth, tenth, you sat there, not bothering anyone, suddenly a voice from the last desk.
— “So, who’s this cutie they asked to look after the likes of us?”
You remained silent, the chemistry teacher wrote to you to check how many there are in the class and write to her.
(His name is Misha, by the way, and he's supposedly the king of the school, but you haven't heard of him.